text: Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
  I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
  Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
  People look at you like youse the user
  Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
  But they dont know about your stress-filled day
  Baby on the way mad bills to pay
  Thats why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
  And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit
  I remember I was just like you
  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
  Cause G-E-D, wasnt B-I-G
  I had to get P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me
  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
  Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
  Packed up my tools for my raw power move
  Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
  For chumps tryin to stop my flow
  And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
  Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
  Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it
  Smoking mad Newports cause Im due in court
  For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
  Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
  You better have your gat in hand, cause man
  Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
  Our lifestyles be close captioned
  Addicted to fatal attractions
  Pictures of actions be played back
  In the midst of mashin
  No fairy tales for this young black male
  Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
  Hustlin and heart be a nigga culture or the
  Repercutions while bustin on backstabbin vultures
  Sellin my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
  Wishin I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
  Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
  My childhood years were spent buryin my peers in the cemetary
  Heres a message to the newborns, waitin to breathe
  If you believe then you can achieve
  Just look at me
  Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
  Livin in the projects, broke with no lights on
  To all the seeds that follow me
  Protect your essence
  Born with less, but you still precious
  Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
  Gun shots every night in the 
  Crooked cops on sight in the 
  Every day is a fight in the 
   
  Got kids to feed in the 
  Selling coke and weed in the 
  Every day somebody bleed in the 
   
  I had the master plan
  Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland
  With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
  They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
  And when he start to bust he like to ask, Whos next?
  At last, Im literally loungin black
  Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
  See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
  Last I heard I was dead
  Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
  Cause thats the life when your
  Living in the oh
  Eating in the or
  Sleeping in the 
  Thats the life when ur
  Living in the oh
  Eating in the or
  Sleeping in the 
  Its a funny thing, I kinda realized how powerful 2pac and I was. You kno wha Im saying cuz Pac is a strong dude yo. I kno him. We two individual people, we waged a coastal beef. But even tho we were going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin back