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Ghetto Crisis Lyrics

by Z-Ro

(talking)

Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family

Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper

Forever twice, what's none of the dark will

Come to the street life, zero tolerance

Taking no shorts, it's a ghetto crisis out here



[Z-Ro]

Who's that peeking in my window, who's that peeking in my window

Me drop a miss crop, and vome-vomer, they better recognize

Me just uh sit back rolling up me indo

I'ma not the guillotine warrior and the ghetto must survive



(Chorus)

Stop playa hating, I am the murder you don't know me

Another life I'm taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta

Stop playa hating, I am the murder you don't know me

Another life I'm taking, me give em a left, me give em a right

Me start to boxing up their ass



[Z-Ro]

Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now

Me run up they cut with me gun and drugs, nigga come to test me now

Me pull the trigger back, look at the boy that's falling him

Another day another death, I'll have to murder one, one more grave I am done



(Chorus)

Stop playa hating, I am the murder you don't know me

Another life I'm taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta

I am the son of satan, the easy lies are non killing a man slowly

Cruising man I'm Jamaican, or American contest and gonna feel my wrath



[Verse 3]

Is this the way it's suppose to be

the lord to hear my prayers are you listening

Forgive me for saying I'm trapped in a world

that's got a grudge against me living

What happened to the good old days when unity was a must, when you

Could put trust in your own people, without our own people trying to get us

And I could see the rules of the game

are still the same, cause days are shorter

And times are harder, I'm fighting to keep my head above water

Cause I got to protect myself from the evil of my own people

The only personI fear is God

and through his eyes we're all created equal

And I can't understand how black on black crime hitting as hard as it did

Cause the half the niggas that you did you use to roll with as kids

Father forgive me for being favorless and hopeless

But in this cruel world, it's hard to stay focused if you haven't noticed

No one seems to want to follow the rules

If we can't live as brothers and sisters than we'll parish as fools

And to the youngsters coming up never sell your soul, cause

Life is priceless, stay strong and try to make it through this ghetto crisis



[Z-Ro]

Don't violate me stressed don't cross the knife

Now I promote no argument me conversate when I won't come nice

Paranoid, paranoid, when I be coming on down fawn

Ever ball, approach me swinging make a man fall

Me serious with the fists one touch could make a fool die

Them turned heads and one could see the devil in me eye

But I'm off and, and rub the coffin, that's one interrogation

Scream heartless when I violate me rule and regulation

Me get the sawed off buckshot from the killing

Who plex me or plex cause me ready and me willing

Me ready for the battle, drink a gallon wanting the sexual healing

Ghetto life is nothing nice we have the cap peeling

We are the true jumping and you moving over

The ghettos I live cross the line, far from moving over

And eye of light, when me get the pistol and me brighter

Tell me this, who shall save the white man's idol



(outro)

Who shall save the white man's idol (president)

Who shall save the white man's idol (national guard)

Who shall save the white man's idol (police)

Who shall save the white man's idol (priest)

Who shall save the white man's idol (dope)

Who shall save the white man's idol (tank dogs)

Who shall save the white man's idol (your soul)

Who shall save the white man's idol (God)



(talking)

Who gone save your ass when we blast

Who gone get the last laugh, coming up out of this ghetto crisis

Coming up out of this ghetto gas, uh ha, yeah

It's wicked in the mushroom cloud, nuclear niggas

It's a ghetto crisis