"GHETTO BLUEZ"
II TRU featuring Layzie Bone
Layzie:
It's on. That's the mood, AJay [Archie: Yeah].
Well it's on, then.
We gonna intensify the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'.
We gon' apply the pressure, all opposition bow down.
II Tru put it down, yeah. We gonna keep bringin' it: 1996 Mo Thugs.
Ghetto blues has got me down for the the last time.
Ghetto blues has got me down.
Bbrina:
Strapped down with ghetto ways, beggin' me to the extent of my
struggles (...?..) they called me on the low, comin' up on the money.
Hustle, the same old thang for a new game to be played for cheese.
Gotta get what's promised to a sister, comin' up on bankin' G's.
Hustlin's all the same. I can't deal with these playas'
thoughts. Too much trust and risks make quick for a fool to get caught.
Hold on, slippin', too late to be trippin', weak strategies gettin'
the best of me. Underpriced, everyday down and out is life in societies.
Still, I hold on, 'cause I'm headstrong and focus with life of no time
to pay the price of failure. Let me tell you, no lie. Livin'
by the strugglers' rules: Gotta do what ya gotta do that's fit. We
strugglin'. Who gives a damn, man, 'bout this down and out chick? My
head poundin', what am I gonna do? Gotta get on the hustle: makin'
the cheese comin' up out of the low-life of the ghetto. Gotta make
this come up on the real, since tired of strugglin'. Ghetto life
showin' me no love, but givin' me reason to make quick moves on somethin'.
Gotta hold on my own, but it's hard as hell, tryin' to stay afloat
in "The Heart of it All," so for myself, it's the way I go. I gotta
do what gotta be done to make it in these hard times. Strugglin's a
mother when you gotta wonder, "Can I provide for mine?" Look at my
predicament, who's gonna help this sister in need? Can't put the trust
in the system, so I gotta hustle these streets for my cheese. Gotta
make that money comin' up on the means that's due. 'Cause one of these '96
days, I'm outta these ghetto blues.
Ghetto blues has got me down for the the last time.
Ghetto blues has got me down.
[Oh, oh, oh, I said it got me down.]
Jhaz:
These ghetto blues done gotta sista faded, prayed this was only
a dream: trapped in a slum surrounded by the crack fiends. Means
of survival, I guess. Hustle in the hood, wear the bulletproof vest.
Help me, Lord, I can't get no deeper than this. Wish I wasn't
born in this world of bastards, misfits. Mom's got love for me, but
she don't love what I do, ooh. Gotta slang 9 to 5: don't bring
in enough food. Steadily, look out for myself, my trues, and my
family--see gotta go for self 'cause won't nobody take care of me.
Strategy: keep fools out of my place gotta take care of my business.
What is this? II Tru. Playa hatas on the real, you betta
get with this. Been down for too long. Come strong, fool, it's
on. AJay's click comin' thick for the nine-six, right down to the very
bone--never laggin'. Eighty-six ghetto life. Eighty-six them
ghetto blues. Trues comin' up for the nine-six. Playa hatas,
you bound to lose. Break rules, ain't no laws here, playa.
Understand ghetto blues, cause for moves testin' trues, but remember
the man. Go home if you sensitive, gotta live, nothin' gives, been in some
strange situations--comprehend since I had to do, so a sista did. Get
rid of all excesses. Always stay true to my trues. I can do this,
gotta shake these problems, get away from these ghetto blues.
Ghetto blues has got me down for the the last time.
Ghetto blues has got me down.
Layzie:
Right now . . . Time to get a nigga shit tight with the man in the mirror.
See clear through the rest of my days on earth. Been piecin'
puzzle since birth, and it only get worst until we layin' in the hearse.
It's a ghetto curse: every little kid in the hood done felt these
tortures. Departure up out of this hell hole, nigga done fell low,
stressed, but I'm blessed as a soldier. I beg of you, Lord Jesus, help
me deliver myself and my click from this evil. Fear the reeper surround
in' my soul, steadily sendin' these through my peoples. Heaven be takin'
control of my destiny. I can't let these streets get the best of me.
With all of my kids right next to me, you can expect for me to keep
grindin' desperately. Calculatin' my every move. Gotta prove
to these fools we confuse. Intention: do your thang and maintain the
mission, 'cause really, my trues can't settle for no prison sentence. So,
I keep my distance from llello, plottin, starin' out the window, looking
for a rainbow, Lay Bone can't settle for the same 'ole. Claim Mo Thug
with love to the depth that the game goes. Reviewing all possiblities.
Responsibilities is major now. Ain't no need on dwellin' where
the danger bound. Shit'll change around if we make it, suit up. Two
glocks for the war, check the score, II Tru can't lose, 'cause you know
we got shit to prove, gotta stick for you, livin' our lives, singin' these
ghetto blues, blues.
Ghetto blues has got me down for the the last time.
[Got me down foe the last time.]
Ghetto blues has got me down.
[Got me down foe the last time]
I said it got me down.
I said ghetto blues got me down for the last time.
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