Every Ghetto Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Blessings in life to the children 

They say life is like 5 days 

Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair 

His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me 

Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me 

It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer 

I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya 

'Cause animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water 

Ishmael, Moses and Gob, moved a divine order 

Shit is plastic material, havin' no life 

I crash whips and leave it no matter the price 

As long as I survive, coppin' the five 

Circle the block where the beef's at 

And park in front of my enemy's eyes 

They see that it's war we life stealers 

Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell 

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Dead is dead, fuckers 

And your soul is with god 

Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth 

Watchin' your own murder reoccur 

For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto 

For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal 

For every child that's born 

And every nigga gone 

And for every brotha breathin' 

Live to see another mornin' 

For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto 

For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal 

For every child that's born 

And every nigga gone 

And for every brotha breathin' 

Live to see another mornin' 

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It's blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me 

Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me 

Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories 

Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt 

Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks 

I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks 

All you paintin' pictures of my pain 

Illustrate the city in vain 

Fallin' deep into the pits of the game 

This is for the sickest state of mind 

In these fatal times, vesh crimes 

Nickel plated nine and niggas from the dime 

Hear the sounds of them baby's cry 

Still I'm sayin' why do we reside 

In the ghetto with a million ways to die 

Stayin' high to relieve the pain 

Breathin' in the game, exhalin' 

Guilts and the shame, misery and strain 

What the fuck will tomorrow bring 

Look at anthrax, I stand back through 

Hopin' I make it through tomorrow 

My skin is a art gallery, right 

With paintings of crucifixes 

Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business 

Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders 

But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships 

Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor 

How could I tease them with benz's and feel no remorse 

Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' 

Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones 

Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a lex 

And spendin' time in chuckie cheese with little des 

Got guns when I'm with my daughter 

Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence 

She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons 

Black princess it's a ugly world 

I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl 

Could you believe even my shadow's jealous 

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones 

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs 

Though my songs come from the father 

I'm lonely... 

Hold me, it's gettin' darker 

For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto 

For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal 

For every child that's born 

And every nigga gone 

And for every brotha breathin' 

Live to see another mornin' 

For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto 

For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal 

For every child that's born 

And every nigga gone 

And for every brotha breathin' 

Live to see another mornin'