Correction Lyrics Victim Of The Ghetto by Freeway

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Down in my area, chk a chk uh real shit nigga uh
It's the ROC
Yeah, Free yeah uh feel me
Pa pause
Yo yo

I was born in West but migrated to North
Remember cold nights grindin' AK and a toss
Four door for the stick up boys if they want war
Fiends comin' all night all I heard was four more

Rocks in the cap when it was jumpin' me and Rell hit dances
You could pick me out the crowd rockin' the cap
But things change 'cause my man Rell fightin' a body
On state row where it's so cold

Rockin' his blues, I roll with the ROC
Still trynna rock at a show shit ain't like '98 niggaz pockets is low
Which way do I go? Indictments blew over
Man whipped a few shoulders shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow

Me, I'm in the studio switchin' the flow
Changin' the styles my son and daughter need pampers
'Cause they just shittin' them up and changin' the size
My man Just quipped the Jags see the change in his eyes

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area

My man blingin' platinum wheel, platinum gat
Took a trip down South came back with platinum caps
I'm still trynna write platinum raps
But made a slight change from verse one started jugglin' packs

It's like I'm travelin' backwards
Rewindin' the time putting four on nine
Must be outta my mind nine, get it outta my palm
Just grab four and a half get it outta my trunk

Free we need you at the studio, out to lunch, out on the block
These niggaz just pulled out on my man
And the only rock I worry 'bout is right on my face
We 'bout to go shake, rattle his block with no plans
Shots fired, cops came
But I'm a grown man I stick around till my clip is empty
Cops threw me on the ground when my clip got empty
Now bars is all I see a thug is all I'll ever be

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area

I got, 11 in I was facin' a dub, got nine left
My click show love they write back
My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown
Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps

Wrote him right back told him I control the bones
Try to play the phone we could rhyme and hold wax
Leave that drug shit alone don't forget you grown
It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from

Little nigga ain't write me back since
Still supply the jail L. Pridgon you got mail
It's probably all the letters you wrote him
What you mean? All the f*cked up shit you told him

This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quotin'
Right out her letter
Little Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leather
That's what the cops said but the streets could tell you better

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area

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