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Do Or Die

Genres: Metal

Lil Ghetto Boy Lyrics - Do Or Die

I wonder where my life would be if I 

had that paper, I'm just a ghetto boy 

A lil' ghetto boy 

 

They tell me it's like the money pow', money and power 

How can this world rotate without this money and power? 

If I had money, I'd keep my peoples out the poverty 

'Cuz ain't no more starvin' when ya'll around me, shit 

 

This world ain't gotta be me and every playa got paper 

Shinin' like a super star wit matchin' links and gators 

Keepin' our family off this poor table 'cause ain't no food on it 

And every crap up in this bucket gotta move on it 

 

(I'm just a ghetto boy) 

Livin' in this ghetto world 

Stayin' wit this ghetto chick, hopin' to have a ghetto girl 

And after all there ain't no spaces for that 

How can we live up in this world where d'ain't no place for the blacks? 

 

'Cuz every dollar gotta dream behind it, we seem to be blinded 

Malcom X he had the dream to remind him, believe me 

Havin' money could have this world fucked up 

But it can answer your prayers when you get down on your luck 

 

I wonder where my life would be if I had that paper 

I'm just a ghetto boy, a lil' ghetto boy 

Now if I lived on top of the world, shinin' like diamonds and pearls 

I'm still a ghetto boy, a lil' ghetto boy 

 

I done lived my life up in the ghetto 

Momma workin' hours 

Tryin' feed a family, daddy's in and out 

Takin' baths with broken showers 

 

Next door neighbor gave us the vapors 

Callin' cops 'cause we on the block 

Breakin' they home on some broken cables 

But I never thought that it would affect me later 

 

Until I seen the hustle where niggas 

Ridin' stretched navigators 

But now then later I should come up 

'Cuz I seen my homie one the block slangin' rocks 

 

And then I spot the gonna 

I never visioned it'd be homicide 

Because they told me he'll live 

That's what they told me wen my homie Boosy died 

 

Could all these [unverified] bring my nigga back? 

Could all these million features 

Would all my friends become my enemy 

 

Would my family become astonished 

With all these strengths that come into me 

Is this pretend to be a vivid, a magically 

A vivid a magically, I wonder 

 

I wonder where my life would be if I had that paper 

I'm just a ghetto boy, a lil' ghetto boy 

Now if I lived on top of the world, shinin' like diamonds and pearls 

I'm still a ghetto boy, a lil' ghetto boy 

 

Back in the days when I was poor, I'm not poor anymore 

But some days I sit and wish that I was poors again 

Back in the days when I was poor, I'm not poor anymore 

But some days I sit and wish that I was poors again 

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