Everything`s Gonna Be Alright (Ghetto Ba

[Intro]<br>Smooth it out<br>This is a story about the drifter<br>Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown<br>Who never planned on havin` so dick<br>Why me, huh?<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Everything`s gonna be alright (alright)<br>Everything`s gonna be alright (alright)<br>Everything`s gonna be alright now (alright)<br>Everything`s gonna be alright (alright)<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Some get a little and some get none<br>Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done<br>I was one who never had and always mad<br>Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag<br>Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up<br>Too many stick-ups, `cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups<br>I couldn`t get a job, nappy hair was not allowed<br>My mother couldn`t afford us all, she had to throw me out<br>I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?<br>They got `em quick, I had to eat, this money`s good as spent<br>I threw in graves, I wasn`t paid enough<br>I kept `em long `cause I couldn`t afford a haircut<br>I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed<br>I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip<br>Was down to throw the led to any tellin` crackhead<br>I`m still livin` broke, so a lot of good it would`ve did<br>Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none<br>Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one<br>Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one<br>And always wanted to live like just a fat one<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects<br>Livin` in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them<br>Why do I have to be like this? momma said I`m priceless<br>So I am all worthless, starved, and it`s just for being a nice kid<br>Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though<br>Last stop to hell, I would`ve ended things a while ago<br>I ain`t have jack but a black hat and napsack<br>Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack<br>Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?<br>Say somethin` positive? Well positive ain`t where I lived<br>I lived right around a corner from west hell<br>Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell<br>The sun never shone on my side of the street, see<br>And only once or twice a week I would speak<br>I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home<br>I couldn`t keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome<br>Some life, it you ain`t wear gold your style was old<br>And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold<br>Hell no, I say there`s gotta be a better way<br>But hey, never gamble any game that you can`t play<br>I`m slowin` and flowin` and goin` in on and knowin` not now<br>How will I do it, how will I make it? I won`t, that`s how<br>Why me, huh?<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead<br>I`m better off dead, huh, that`s what my neighbor said<br>I don`t do jack but fightin`, lightin` up the streets at night<br>Playin` hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe<br>Some say I`m rollin` on, nothin` but a dog now<br>I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?<br>`Cause I done been through more shit within the last week<br>Than I fly flowin` in doo-doo on the concrete<br>I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong<br>Since I was born that`s my life, oh you don`t know this song?<br>So don`t say jack, and please don`t say you understand<br>All that man to man talk just hot damn<br>If you ain`t live you couldn`t feel it, so kill it, skillet<br>And all that talk about it won`t help it out, now will it?<br>And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot<br>Don`t worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped<br>But I`m the one who has been labeled as an outcast<br>They changin` schools, I`m the misfit that will outlast<br>But that`s cool with the bull, smack `em backwards<br>That`s what you get for fuckin` with a ghetto bastard<br><br>[Outro]<br>If you ain`t ever been to the ghetto<br>Don`t ever come to the ghetto<br>`Cause you ain`t understand the ghetto<br>And stay the fuck out of the ghetto<br>Why me?<br>(alright)