Smooth it out

This is a story about a drifter

Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town

Who never planned on having someday

Why me huh?!



Some get a little and some get none

Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done

I was one who never had and always mad

Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag

Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up

See many stick ups 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups

I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed

My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out

I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit

Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent

A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut

I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed

I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip

With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead

A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did

Or done, if not bad luck I would have none

Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one

Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one

And always wanted to live like this or that one



Chorus



A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects

Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach

Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless

So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets

Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though

To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago

I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack

War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack

Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give

Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live

I live right around the corner from west hell

Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell

The sun never shine on my side of the street see

And only once or twice a week I would speak

I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home

I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome

Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old

And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold

Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way

But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play

I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now

How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how

Why me huh



Chorus



My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead

I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said

I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night

Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes

Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now

I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow

'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week

Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete

I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong

Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song

So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand

All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn

If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet

All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it

In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot

Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped

But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast

They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast

But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards

That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard



If you ain't never been to the ghetto

Don't ever come to the ghetto

'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto

So stay the fuck out of the ghetto

Why me, Why me