featuring Master P Snoop Dogg
[Master P]
Wazzup Steady Mobb'n and Snoop?
I know you all grew up in the ghetto in the westcoast
I'm from down south
But it don't matter whether you from the eastcoast or where ever
Cause the ghetto is a constant struggle
It's all about the mo' money you make
The mo' problems you have
I guess the ghetto is just consequences that we can't exscape
You heard me?
[Crooked Eye]
So many murders jumpin off
blood soakin the street
So many children worldwide
With nothin to eat
There's no peace
on these trigger happy police
it's hard enough bein born black
these times are brief
Three strikes (Your out!)
Your little homie lost his life
Do a lot of things wrong
to feed his baby at night
I wish I could
Put a lil', love in the hood
Once again, and free all my doggs from the pen
Mercy me, this world ain't what it use to be
It seems the whole world's smoked out
High off D
See my brother, murdered his own grandmother
Now that's sick, all for the love of a hit
No protection, people, dyin of age
The Lord said it would be like this in the last of days
Kidnappin babies
It ain't, safe for our kids
Man it's such a wicked place
In which we live
Chorus [Crooked Eye & Marvin Gaye]
It's a struggle in the city to survive on the streets
(Oooooooooooooooooooooooh)
(Mercy, mercy, mercy me)
The world is a ghetto full of worn out peace
(These streets ain't what they used tooo be)
So many soldiers dyin everyday to earn a strive
(These streets ain'
