On My Block

by Shadawn   Dec 15, 2005


On my block
All the females think they hot
On my block
All my homies gettin' shot

On my block
All my people end up behind bars
All because of murder
Drugs or stealin' cars

I was raised in the ghetto
With the ghetto boys and girls
I love them so much
That I wouldn't trade 'em 4 da world

Seeing their child behind bars
Could cause a mother pain
But it would be her fault
4 shutting them out in the rain

Yeah I know my hood is ghetto
And yours couldn't be da same
Hustlin\' ain't no play toy
It's da real game

We all gotta survive
In these ghetto streets
Make sure at all times
U be packin' your heat

My homies don't go 2 college
And they dropped outta school
They hand with the crew all day
And they think they cool

Don't come around here fakin'
'Cause u might end up shot
This is how it all goes down
Right here on my block

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