dissed me but I feel I got a bum rap The guys knew what I was thinkin of The only thing to cure an old love was a new love A ghetto love [VERSE 2:
fa sho ya heard me? in the street niggas sayin i'm nice ya heard me? watch flooded no more room for ice ya heard me? niggas be on tv struttin' hard and
being one of the livest Then when you were ghetto surviving When they be temporary silent Poppin there mind The silent Killer! Straight off the ghetto
don't love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain And if you don't love me now, you will never
roam on my own Gotta move on, I can't stay at home 'Cause I know what's there is all the same Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame Cold hard cash and a bit
five Sometimes, I wish I could be like Moses Round up my people, move out the ghetto and live a better life Sometimes, I wish I didn't try so hard Sometimes
air like this so everybody can see um And when i say hip hop......ya'll say one love! Hip hop! One love! Hip hop One love! Hip hop! One love!
so everybody can see um And when I say hip hop, ya'll say one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love Hip hop, one love
be slangin' wood yeah Out the hood, yeah Let it be understood yeah Its all good, yeah Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah On a hard day A smooth Ghetto broad
was slangin' coke Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack Postin' me at the dopehouse dumpin' the crack My niggas wouldn't do it, I love 'em for that
, you let it hit you in the face Huh, you know what I'm talking bout Yo, yo, ay, ay The sun was in the sky I was bumping "Sly Love", hard to find in
love my city Make money but don't act like I'm above my city 'Cause gangstas will always give back to the ghetto And gangstas will never turn their back to the ghetto
I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kicking down in your front door Knock, knock
up You dropped out of school on top of that you knocked up He was yo' crush, you was his crutch He'll be gone a dime and it's hard to stay in touch
everybody got love To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it Everybody
