Intro:
You know what, Cedric man, I don't understand it
-What up bro?

people go the first 22, 23 years of their life to get book science
-ugh aha
but what happened to street science what happnened to the streets of the ghetto

what happened to them?
you know what I'm sayin' what happnened to those eyes behind your back that your mother taught you
what happened to them? they blinded by the ways of sociality and it stands

but I'm going to stay true to my upbringing
I'm going to stay true to the ways of the ghetto
because without them I am no one and no man


Rap 1:
Steppin into the scene back into my click

it's time to get em off and my %#@! ain't counterfeit
making ends and greens to impress my means
and when it comes to reality, seldom seen

a short black individual makin up in the cream of the crop in seldom lot because it's hot
I don't need to tie another knot
but now I got something that you ain't got

I got the welfare, the weelchair and the foodstamps
never need a corner to find me a tramp
to slob upon the knob for the cream of the crop

it's just another day at work while I do my job
up on the corner where Ramona shot a copper down
if I don't know ya no time to stress

no need to confess, everything is pointless
when the Buddha blesses my chest
so think again when you wanna earn the netto

you better get ready and get educated by the ways of the ghetto
don't ask why
holding this diploma till the day, the day that I die


Tupac Shakur was educated by the ways of the ghetto


Educated by the ways of the ghetto wondering why, why, why
Educated by the ways of the ghetto wondering why, why, why


Rap 2:
While continuing on the uprise togga realize
that when it comes to this you get to grab and take the prize

the prize beeing everything of that you do
talking about the cars, the wealth and the girl standing next to you
all these things must be in time

cause if not you get cast by the wayside
just like the mustard seed you too can sprout and bloom
so roll up the paper and take a puff but stay away from the crack powder and the mushrooms

to all those that make the backs bend
that's why everytime you see me go the loaded mac 10 pressed by my side
sitting back ready for this funky type ride '96 Impala

driving round the streets of J-Ville while the honey dips and crack heads start to holler
is all that's on my mind the half a key an ounce
and now I got the sack so it's time to bounce back to the place that I call home

educated by the ghetto and the streets, streets that I roam