Ghetto Usa - Stat Quo

Ghetto Usa - Stat Quo/Antonio Mclendon
YEA' Uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Sing the song now uh
YEA'
Hah'
All my niggaz in the muhf**kin' struggle
Uh uh
Let me talk to you
We from the ghetto - Born in the b******t
Preacher in the pulpit granny need a lil' fix
Blood pressure high work a job no benefit yeeah
Whip repo'd now it's back to the dealership yeeah
Tryna play the game gettin played like instruments yeeeah
On the fence in my defense make a mile out an inch yeeah
Momma said the devil in my soul I should repent;
My dawg lost his daughter say he ain't seen God since
Said: "Look bro' - Listen bro' - Ya ain't makin' sense "
He replied: "You're right " - Pockets full of lint
Willie Lynch hung sh*t hint hint
The root of all evil now I know what they meant
To my dawgs in Flint hustlin' to pay they rent
Thomasville Heights all night in a trench
F**kin' with the junkies or 9-2-5 on a bench
Clockin in' clockin' out like: "Where time went " - Damn YEA'
(Chorus: Antonio McLendon Stat Quo )
I come up haaard - Hard baby
But what don't kill you makes you stroonger
But I come too faar Far baby
To watch tears drop from yo' hunger
As long as we keep on grindin' - Keep on tryin'
Wishing's not enough not enouuugh
To change our situation uh - time is wastin' Ghetto U S A
We got to come up got to come uuup
I keep tryna get ahead - but the fact still remain oooh
Every dime I make it take half of my change
Ain't nuttin change same fight same ring
But it ain't pay-per-view it's a survival thing baby
Some slang green pills crank and 'caine
Some b**ches strip and gold-dig' and whore to maintain
yeeeah
My aunt just lost her job here this sh*t go again
Couldn't pay her bills she put a bullet in her brain ooohhh
Her chil'en in the same house livin' with the stains
On the wall - can't afford to move what a shame ooohhh ooohh
Ooohhh
Sh*t done drove my uncle insane
He talkin' to himself thinkin he the one to blame
Got seduced by the boy shootin trouble in his veins
Wanted the pleasure became a slave to the pain
Livin' in the streets died drowned by the rain
His life down in two's his blood flowin through the drains - Damn
YEA'
I come up haaard - Hard baby
But what don't kill you makes you stroonger
But I come too faar Far baby
To watch tears drop from yo' hunger yeeeah
As long as we keep on grindin' - Keep on tryin' let's
Go
Wishing's not enough not enouuugh
To change our situation uh - time is wastin'
We got to come up got to come uuup
Now or never
Now and forever
Yeah
Every ni**a in the struggle
OHH