Ghetto Them Songtext
von Mac Mall
Ghetto Them Songtext
Yeah, I feel you
Hey I′m livin' these days ain′t no joke
Fiends they smoke
And every young brotha sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain't like the old days, in '93 thangs change
A young brotha might blast ya
If he has ta
And a punk won′t last a second in the place where I′m livin' at
Cause everybody and they momma pack gats
Some pack these tech nine′s and might live fine
But a tre-eight will always keep thangs straight
Cause it ain't nathan like suburbia
Cause in my hood a young soldier might murder ya
It′s kinda sick when you watchin' ya partners get killed
Straight pimped off the herb
Dyin′ over turf that the other man own
But us youngsters don't know this
We killin' one another just to show who the dopest
While us brothers is cappin′ the blue eyed devil is laughin′
And my cuddins is dyin' man, I wonder what happened
To the peace and togetherness black fist raised in the air
But us youngsters don′t care
So I wonder potna, is you in Tia's dreams?
So kick back to my ghetto theme and it goes like this
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Back in the days I never trip up and I noticed
That people of my color was comin′ up the shortest
Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
He got mail on his mind plus a nine and fools talk about peace
All he wants is his piece of the pie
Can′t get no nine to five
So on the streets he gotta strive and do what he gotta do
To get his money on so don't trip
When you see him with the cellular phone
Cause that's the way that he′s pimpin′ the system
Strictly comin' up with all the fools against him
Dealin′ with the mass confusion
Robbin' and lootin′ and drive-by shootin's
But in the ghetto it′s an everyday thang dog
Without togetherness things ain't gon' change dog
I would stop to keep my eyes on the prize but I can′t
So I hide behind a dank and a drank
To camouflage all my pain
Ghetto got us insane
Is our vision this blurry? We don′t know this mayne
We need to come together on these inner city streets
Cause if we don't we all gon′ be deceased
Kick the ghetto theme
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
In '93 it ain′t the government mind tricks
It's young brothers with the gats and the clips
That′s quick to click and shoot for practically nathan
Because these brothers these days might have no patience
School ain't cool when you learnin' about the slave days
And all the presidents makin′ all them slave trades
You should see, you turnin′ the future into the past
And for some cash a brotha gon' blast
On another, damn I thought we smarter than that
But it seems without the gats we ain′t even all that
Plus some fools with some sag in our pants
We need to put the nines down and let our minds advance
Young sisters, yeah she's a pregnant pre-teen
But she don′t know that once she was a queen
And her man was a king
Now her man sells dope on the avenue
I know it's cruel but this is what they pushed us to
Brothers, now we have way too much hate
We might be from different states but we all from the same place
Times is hard but they ain′t hard as it seem
All I do is say peace and kick my ghetto theme
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Yeah, this Mac Mall
Just lettin' y′all know, y'all brothers in the bay
Man we gotta get it together
So uh, Ebony, let 'em know
Let ′em know, let ′em know
Let 'em know, let ′em know
Get ourselves together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Hey I′m livin' these days ain′t no joke
Fiends they smoke
And every young brotha sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain't like the old days, in '93 thangs change
A young brotha might blast ya
If he has ta
And a punk won′t last a second in the place where I′m livin' at
Cause everybody and they momma pack gats
Some pack these tech nine′s and might live fine
But a tre-eight will always keep thangs straight
Cause it ain't nathan like suburbia
Cause in my hood a young soldier might murder ya
It′s kinda sick when you watchin' ya partners get killed
Straight pimped off the herb
Dyin′ over turf that the other man own
But us youngsters don't know this
We killin' one another just to show who the dopest
While us brothers is cappin′ the blue eyed devil is laughin′
And my cuddins is dyin' man, I wonder what happened
To the peace and togetherness black fist raised in the air
But us youngsters don′t care
So I wonder potna, is you in Tia's dreams?
So kick back to my ghetto theme and it goes like this
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Back in the days I never trip up and I noticed
That people of my color was comin′ up the shortest
Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
He got mail on his mind plus a nine and fools talk about peace
All he wants is his piece of the pie
Can′t get no nine to five
So on the streets he gotta strive and do what he gotta do
To get his money on so don't trip
When you see him with the cellular phone
Cause that's the way that he′s pimpin′ the system
Strictly comin' up with all the fools against him
Dealin′ with the mass confusion
Robbin' and lootin′ and drive-by shootin's
But in the ghetto it′s an everyday thang dog
Without togetherness things ain't gon' change dog
I would stop to keep my eyes on the prize but I can′t
So I hide behind a dank and a drank
To camouflage all my pain
Ghetto got us insane
Is our vision this blurry? We don′t know this mayne
We need to come together on these inner city streets
Cause if we don't we all gon′ be deceased
Kick the ghetto theme
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
Young playas gotta get it together
In '93 it ain′t the government mind tricks
It's young brothers with the gats and the clips
That′s quick to click and shoot for practically nathan
Because these brothers these days might have no patience
School ain't cool when you learnin' about the slave days
And all the presidents makin′ all them slave trades
You should see, you turnin′ the future into the past
And for some cash a brotha gon' blast
On another, damn I thought we smarter than that
But it seems without the gats we ain′t even all that
Plus some fools with some sag in our pants
We need to put the nines down and let our minds advance
Young sisters, yeah she's a pregnant pre-teen
But she don′t know that once she was a queen
And her man was a king
Now her man sells dope on the avenue
I know it's cruel but this is what they pushed us to
Brothers, now we have way too much hate
We might be from different states but we all from the same place
Times is hard but they ain′t hard as it seem
All I do is say peace and kick my ghetto theme
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Yeah, this Mac Mall
Just lettin' y′all know, y'all brothers in the bay
Man we gotta get it together
So uh, Ebony, let 'em know
Let ′em know, let ′em know
Let 'em know, let ′em know
Get ourselves together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon' get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Young playas gon′ get it together
Writer(s): Jamal Rocker Ester, Khayree Shaheed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

