Tryin` to Make It Out da Ghetto

<br>[Master P]<br>I`m visualizing studios with forty-eight tracks<br>Ghettos and hoods and economies and cutbacks<br>Riase your guns up high if your fearing debt<br>Fuck the police, they smoke them like a cigarette<br>Must have been a fucking organ donor<br>Because they left him in the projects to die with his eyes open<br>Oh god, don`t take my only dog<br>But them niggas drove up like a fucking hog<br>Some chase, a nigga ran him through the hood<br>Eighteen shots left my homie in some pine wood<br>Another end in dope game battle with a gat<br>Rat-a-tat-tat nigga who gonna be next?<br>So smile for my homie, Rando<br>To many niggas out here get caught up in scandals<br>I`m living like a rat trying to get some cheese<br>But I`m getting on my knees cause god don`t let it be me next<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh (4X)<br><br>[Mr. Serv-On]<br>Twenty-four seconds till your last smile<br>Bullets to your face<br>Them niggas you grew with, and bang with saw you take your last fucking mile<br>I`m hugging your only child with your strap by my side<br>Murder in my eyes, no time to cry, somebody gots to die<br>The night you left I said my prayers for the last time<br>God forgive me, before I leave this world I`m taking somebody with me<br>These niggas don`t give a fuck about me or you<br>That`s why I snatch my fucking shirt off and show you that I`m TRU<br>You told me be a soldier to the end, I can`t pretend<br>In my sleep I see my cousins eyes, why he have to die?<br>Six g`s by his side now we gotta ride<br>I hope I make it out this ghetto to that other side<br><br>Chorus 4X<br><br>[Mac]<br>All I can say is why two times at night I cry<br>We live and die, maybe it was stress I was driven by<br>I done seen some funerals in my short stay<br>On planet Earth, we live on this white chalkway<br>This life is streets feenin, the type of shit you witness on CNN<br>Me and my niggas seen it at first hand<br>And even worse man it`s niggas I know<br>That this life was beautiful place and all my soldiers trying to go<br>But I`m too young, you gotta be at least twenty-one<br>I know some youngsters, who creppin` now it must have been fun<br>Cause none of them returned, forever fly, or forever burned<br>Fools concerned with the way we learn in these streets<br>Lord forgive us, the blood flows like the Mississippi River<br>That homocide was what took him with us<br>I`m on the corner strapped up waiting for the devil<br>And if I die, I still make it out the ghetto<br><br>Chorus 3X