Silkk The Shocker - Ghetto Rain Lyrics
[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....Thats a real man.nyou see I hustle because I got feed me familyI 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 ghettos got me hustlin tryin to surviveThe ghetts got me hustlin tryin to stay alive.The ghetto get me hustlin tryin to survive,And I know Im goin to hustle until the day I die.[master p]Uugghh!!!Its da black rain to da moon and tears that cause liesSee thats the way I felt when my lil brother died.And some fools say it aint no justiceAnd other niggaz say it aint no peaceThats why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.See my daddy made me a dealerAnd my cousin made me killer.See thats why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel usAnd Im still tryin to understand why big daddy was with da restAnd my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.It aint mutha*****er down on dope, on crack, or aidsAnd I see so many ghetto people go to jailAnd live your life and die like slaves.I got a relative on apeel doin 25 flatOn murder or ride nigga ***** it johnny cochran cant fight that.And since Im black and Im richThey see to overlook its me adviseFirst class niggaz tryin call da police tryin to book us.Aint that a *****, I done made millionsAnd still goin through a thangThats niggaz ask me p why the ***** you never change.[chorus][silkk the shocker]Its like Im rich and poorI open the world and slang dopIts the world changes knowand changes I thorp.I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldnt made it throughSo with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on tru.The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreamsThe ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.My hommie, never did no crime but lien up in the hearseThank God 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was droninYou anit wanna smile but your tender smile always see me clowninI trade my life to make the world betterTrade everything I got including lifeTo bring back my brother kevin.See I spit the realist shitTryin make yoll feel this shit.Yoll tryin put the finger on our side,Livin middle bricks livin this shit.See I tell you everybody use to ride benzesBut we had to ride buggiesMom wanted better things for meBut private school was way past our budget.So if im happy and Im smilin and Im camouflage my problemsThe only way I can really solve themIf I really grab and revolve them.So I grab it and I *****ed itI was going to pop it.But I stop, forgot I was rich.What everybody not rich.Every month so close to gettin no profitsMy only hustle, I told them to stop it,But cant really knock it.Everybody died up in gameEverybody tryin to maintainWall from out da ghetto,Close my eyes and still see the pain.Sometimes I just get fed up.To all my souljas worldwideI know its hard to stride.Keep your head up![chorus x2]
