Mr. Serv-On, Lil Mac (No Limit) - Tryin To Make It Out Da Ghetto lyrics

I'm visualizing studios with
Forty-eight tracks
Ghettos and hoods and economies and cutbacks
Riase your guns up high if your fearing debt
Fuck the police
They smoke them like a cigarette
Must have been a fucking organ donor
Because they left him in the projects
To die with his eyes open
Oh god, don't take my only dog
But them niggas drove up like a fucking hog
Some chase, a nigga ran him through the hood
Eighteen shots left my homie
In some pine wood
Another end in dope game battle with a gat
Rat-a tat tat nigga who gonna be next?
So smile for my homie, Randall
To many niggas out here get
Caught up in scandals
I'm living like a rat trying
To get some cheese
But I'm getting on my knees cause god
Don't let it be me next

Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh

Twenty-four seconds till your last smile
Bullets to your face
Them niggas you grew with
And bang with saw you take
Your last fucking mile
I'm hugging your only child with
Your strap by my side
Murder in my eyes, no time to cry
Somebody gots to die
The night you left I said my
Prayers for the last time god forgive me
Before I leave this world I'm
Taking somebody with me
These niggas don't give a fuck
About me or you
That's why I snatch my fucking shirt off
And show you that I'm TRU
You told me be a soldier to the end
I can't pretend
In my sleep I see my cousins eyes
Why he have to die?
Six g's by his side now we gotta ride
I hope I make it out this
Ghetto to that other side

Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh

All I can say is why two times at night I cry
We live and die
Maybe it was stress I was driven by
I done seen some funerals in my short stay
On planet Earth
We live on this white chalkway
This life is streets feenin
The type of shit you witness on CNN
Me and my niggas seen it at first hand
And even worse man it's niggas I know
That this life was beautiful place and
All my soldiers trying to go
But I'm too young
You gotta be at least twenty-one
I know some youngsters
Who creppin' now it must have been fun
Cause none of them returned, forever fly
Or forever burned
Fools concerned with the way we
Learn in these streets lord forgive us
The blood flows like the Mississippi River
That homocide was what took him with us
I'm on the corner strapped up
Waiting for the devil
And if I die, I still make it out the ghetto

Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh