Lyric Ghetto Rain
"Ghetto Rain"(feat. Master P)
[Master P]
Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
that s a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I got to feed my lil brother, I got to feed my sister,
I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
[Chorus]
The ghetto s got me hustlin tryin to survive
the ghetts got me hustlin tryin to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin tryin to survive,
and I know I m goin to hustle until the day I die.
[Master P]
UUGGHH!!!
its a black ring from da moon and its a tear in GOD S eyes
see that s the way I felt when my lil brother died.
And some fools say it ain t no justice
and other niggaz say it ain t no peace
that s why us thugs handle their business in these projects and on these streets .
See my daddy made me a dealer
and my cousin made me killer.
See that s why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
And I m still tryin to understand why big daddy was with da rest
and my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
It ain t muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
and I see so many ghetto people go to jail
and live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin 25 flat
on murder,armed robbery nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can t fight that.
And since I m black and I m rich
they see to over look us.me and ?????? bought some first class tickets,they called
da police tryin to book us.
Ain t that a bitch, I done made millions
and still goin through a thang
That s niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.
[Chorus]
[Silkk The Shocker]
It s like I m rich and poor
I open the world and slang dop
it s the world changes knowand changes I thorp.
I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn t made it through
so with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
the ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
My hommie, Never did no crime but lien up in the hearse
thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.
Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin
you ani t wanna smile but you pretend to smile cuz they always see me clownin
I trade my life to make the world better
trade everything I got including life
to bring back my brother Kevin.
See I spit the realist shit
tryin make yo ll feel this shit.
Yo ll tryin put the finger on our side,
livin middle bricks livin this shit.
See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
but we had to ride buggies
mom wanted better things for me
but private school was way past our budget.
So if I m happy and I m smilin and I m camouflage my problems
the only way I can really solve them
is if i grab da revolver
So I grab it and I cocked it
I was going to pop it.
But I stop, forgot I was rich.
what everybody not rich.
Every month so close to gettin no profits
my only hustle, I told them to stop it,
but can t really knock it.
Everybody died up in game
everybody tryin to maintain
wall from out da ghetto,
close my eyes and still see the pain.
Sometimes I just get fed up.
To all my souljas worldwide
I know its hard to stride.
Keep your head up!
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
that s a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I got to feed my lil brother, I got to feed my sister,
I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
[Chorus]
The ghetto s got me hustlin tryin to survive
the ghetts got me hustlin tryin to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin tryin to survive,
and I know I m goin to hustle until the day I die.
[Master P]
UUGGHH!!!
its a black ring from da moon and its a tear in GOD S eyes
see that s the way I felt when my lil brother died.
And some fools say it ain t no justice
and other niggaz say it ain t no peace
that s why us thugs handle their business in these projects and on these streets .
See my daddy made me a dealer
and my cousin made me killer.
See that s why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
And I m still tryin to understand why big daddy was with da rest
and my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
It ain t muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
and I see so many ghetto people go to jail
and live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin 25 flat
on murder,armed robbery nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can t fight that.
And since I m black and I m rich
they see to over look us.me and ?????? bought some first class tickets,they called
da police tryin to book us.
Ain t that a bitch, I done made millions
and still goin through a thang
That s niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.
[Chorus]
[Silkk The Shocker]
It s like I m rich and poor
I open the world and slang dop
it s the world changes knowand changes I thorp.
I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn t made it through
so with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
the ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
My hommie, Never did no crime but lien up in the hearse
thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.
Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin
you ani t wanna smile but you pretend to smile cuz they always see me clownin
I trade my life to make the world better
trade everything I got including life
to bring back my brother Kevin.
See I spit the realist shit
tryin make yo ll feel this shit.
Yo ll tryin put the finger on our side,
livin middle bricks livin this shit.
See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
but we had to ride buggies
mom wanted better things for me
but private school was way past our budget.
So if I m happy and I m smilin and I m camouflage my problems
the only way I can really solve them
is if i grab da revolver
So I grab it and I cocked it
I was going to pop it.
But I stop, forgot I was rich.
what everybody not rich.
Every month so close to gettin no profits
my only hustle, I told them to stop it,
but can t really knock it.
Everybody died up in game
everybody tryin to maintain
wall from out da ghetto,
close my eyes and still see the pain.
Sometimes I just get fed up.
To all my souljas worldwide
I know its hard to stride.
Keep your head up!
[Chorus x2]
