Ghetto Theme

Yeah (Yeah yeah yeah) I feel you I still want you (Make the ghetto theme) Hahahaah (Jealous) I feel you ghetto blast (1993 shots) That’s right (First love to the mack) (Let’s go get ‘em) Hey livin’ these days ain’t no joke Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke And if not they affiliated with the game It ain’t like the old days in ’93 thangs changed A young brotha might blast ya if he has to And a punk won’t last a Second in the place where I’m livin’ at Cause everybody and they momma’s pack gats Some pack these tech-9s and might live fine But a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight Cause it ain’t nothin’ like suburbia Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya It’s kind of sick when you’re watchin’ your partner get killed Straight pimped off the Earth dyin’ over turf That the other man owns but us youngsters don’t know this We killin’ one another just to show who the dopest While us brothas is cappin’ the “Blue eyed devil’ is laughin” And my cuddies is dyin’ man I wonder what happened To the peace and togetherness ‘black fists’ raise in the air But us youngsters don’t care So I wonder partner is unity a dream?’ So kick back to my ghetto theme And it goes like this… (And it goes like this and it goes like this) Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together what's up? What's up? Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Deep young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed That people were my color were comin’ up the shortest Life ain’t cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets He got mail on his mind plus a nine and fools talk about peace All he wants is his piece of the pie Can’t get no 9-to-5 so on the streets he got to strive And do what he got to do to get his money on So don’t trip when you see him with the cellular phone Cause that’s the way that he’s pimpin’ the system Strictly comin’ up with all the fools against him Dealin’ with the mass confusion Robbin’ and lootin’ and drive by shoots (Tits) But in the ghetto it’s an everyday thang though Without togetherness things ain’t gone change though I was told to keep my eyes-on-the-prize but I can’t So I hind behind the dank and the drank To camouflage all my pain Ghetto got us insane Since our vision is blurry we don’t know this maine We need to come together on these inner city streets Cause if we don’t we all goin’ to be deceased Peep the ghetto theme Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Eastside what’s up? Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together In ’93 it ain’t the government mind tricks It’s young brotha’s with the gats and the clips That’s quick to click and shoot For practically nothin’ Because these brotha’s these days mayn have no patience School ain’t cool when you’re learnin’ about the slave days And all the presidents makin’ all them slave trades You should see you’re turnin’ the future into the past And throw some cash a brother don’t blast On another damn I thought we smarter than that But it seems without the gats we ain’t even all that Plus some fools with a sag in our pants We need to put the nine’s down and let our minds advance Young sister yeah she’s a pregnant-free teen But she don’t know that once she was a queen and her man was a king Now her man sells dope on the avenue I know it’s cruel but this is what they push us to Brotha’s now we have way too much hate(Yeah) We might be from different states but we all from the same place (Place) Times is hard but they ain’t hard as it seems All I do is say “Peace” (Why?) and kick my ghetto theme Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together what's up? What's up? Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together in a V in a V Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together quess what? Quess what? Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together Yeah this Mac Mall Let respect y’all know y’all brothers in the back Man we got to get it together So what? Ebony let ‘em know (Let ‘em know…..... get our selves together) (Huuhuuu…….) Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together that’s right that’s right Young players gonna get it together Young players gonna get it together (Keep the ghetto theme) (Keep the ghetto uuh……..)