Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live `cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me huh?!
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag
Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up
See many stick ups `cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
I couldn`t get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn`t afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
Thank God I`m quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
A `do in braids, I wasn`t paid enough
I kept `em long `cause I couldn`t afford a hair-cut
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip
With down the flow, don`t let them any dealin` tackhead
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one
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A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin` in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said I`m priceless
So I am, I`m worthless, starvin`, that`s just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago
I ain`t have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give
Say something positive, well positive ain`t where I live
I live right around the corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of the street see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn`t keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain`t wearin` gold, your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there`s gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can`t play
I`m gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now
How will I do it, how will I make it, I won`t, that`s how
Why me huh
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My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I`m better off dead, huh, that`s what my neighbor said
I don`t do jack but fightin` lightin` up the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie`s spikes
Some say I`m all in all, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow
`Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin` in doo-doo on a concrete
I`ve been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that`s my life, oh you don`t know this song
So don`t say jack, and please don`t say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
If you ain`t live it, you couldn`t feel, so fill it skillet
All that talk about it won`t help it out, now will it
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot
Don`t worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
But I`m the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast
But that`s cool, with the fool smack `im backwards
That`s what you get when you`re fuckin` with the ghetto bastard
If you ain`t never been to the ghetto
Don`t ever come to the ghetto
`Cause you wouldn`t understand the ghetto
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me, Why me
