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