(feat. Sons of Funk, Silkk The Shocker)
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You $#&@ing little monkeys


This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
But I ain't ready yet


[Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)

Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) [2X]

[Master P]

Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big ^!$$%s
Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
And ain't no rules cuz ^!$$%s get shot

And every $#&@in' day ^!$$%s runnin' from the cops
^!$$% won't change mama 'til you bury me
But make sure six TRU ^!$$%s carry me

But if they miss know (^!$$%) you a goner
Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)


[Chorus (2X)]


[Silkk the Shocker]
Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby

Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock
Cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain

I could re-open my eyes and realize
All the ^!$$%s that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life $#&@ color ^!$$% we all struggle

With this black or white to all my ^!$$%s in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better

Now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period

And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with
Too many killers and ^!$$%s diein' over wars %#@!s hard where I'm from
That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come

On top of that I had a $#&@ed up day
To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
Tonight when I pray feel my pain


[Chorus (3X)]