[C-Murder]



Huh say man

you know who get ready bro

it seems like they dont want a young nigga to get rich

make money like we aint supposed to leave the ghetto

but uh

I aint trippin lifes a bitch

you know we was dealt some bad cards but

you know

we gotta deal with it

lifes hard so lets show em show em show em whats up



My gate way tuh hell seems like its constantly open

the reaper is callen so Im constantly smokin

C-Murder aint gonna die in vein

my ghetto ties got me livin my life in pain

see the world knows we gonna be thugs forever

you can take me out the ghetto

but you cant make it better

see the status of your money done changed

but the status of your danger remains the same

I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts

and teach magnolian gateway the shit I was taught

take a ride wit me nigga to eternity

and watch you live tuh see anotha century

lifes a bitch who do you trust i put my faith in my glock

cause I know its gone bust

I used to think the hood was cool

but my ghetto ties keep my checkin in my rearveiw



[Chorus]



Who do you trust?

My ghetto ties got me trippin

and lifes a bitch

they cant stand to see a young nigga get rich

I was thrust some bad cards

became a thug with no love cause lifes hard



who do you trust?

My ghetto ties got me trippin

and lifes a bitch

they cant stand to see a young nigga get rich

I was thrust some bad cards

became a thug with no love cause lifes hard



[Soulja Slim]



Lord control me

you know me

these cards I got to play em

my life is like a game

Im up from a.m. to a.m.

my donner AK hem him

if he dont have none of my paper man

if I let him live

he might take me for a faker

he might try to do a jack and that might cost me my life

if you ever jack its real nigga

you best kill me or pay the price

aint nuttin I aint fallen behind

no street machine tell me what you seen

then tell a nigga about some stoned ass

left the murder scene disguised in army green with a infra beam

own self tryin tuh gum nigga run as soon as he heard the blast fool one

he didnt run tore his ass up with a quick fast sight

witness that murda the first degree my ghetto ties fuckin round wit me

dont do that



[Chorus x 2]



[Da Hound]



How many times have you seen a family nut up and the mom was cut up

I see now but later on Im gonna be seein now

but see how us niggas get caught up

quick to go underwater niggas take advantage of the way

life sold us

Im full of that freeze im fulla them weeds and them v's

2 23s 90 degrees

Ileft them windows down to feel the breeze

my cousin B and me and john in the back seat drinkin off brome

and to the z

thinkin bout the lives we gonna free

now tell a nigga please

soon as we drove up fuckin doe was about to close up

knocked on the doe

nigga hold up you didnt see us rool up

I forced my way in I put my seven to his stars

no time for thankin

is what Im thankin kill a bitch what you fittin tuh say

I went to the kitchen Im flippin pans and pots and spoons

I heard foe glocks

sounded like foe shots commin from the other room

its bout that time for us hounds to get

gonna get the dilly for a milly

went to the next room john jones was in the zone

its over

I come to lay ya eyes buggin out his head

nigga bleedin from the mouth

hes shakin hes on his way out

but its time I took two from behind looked

john at the eyes and said nigga you ready tuh die damn nigga why



[Chorus til end]