More Than One Way Out Of The Ghetto Lyrics - Runaway Slave - Showbiz & A.g.

Now a while ago, 

I had to do a little bid 

Cause of the things I wanted, 

as a little kid 

I wanted to be like the dealers a lot 

Cause of the things they had and the respect that they got 

All the girls used to jock 'em 

And I wondered why my parents used to knock 'em 

I had a talent, or a hobby you should say 

I like rap, or poetry, but anyway 

Stay away from drugs, 

I paid it no mind 

I wanted to hustle for bread, 

instead of writin rhymes 

So I said to hell with it 

Instead of stayin away from drugs 

I was sellin itI was out all day until the job was done 

Instead of rockin the parties I was robbin 'em 

The females, paid me no mind, not a Giant 

Andre Barnes at the time 

But the rock started sellin, the dough was comin in 

Dealers wanted in, girls started runnin in 

Some said I'm crazy how I'm livinI must be, 

crazy cash and crazy women 

Yeah my gear was right 

They called me 

Andre the Giant and it wasn't cause of my height 

Losin G's in celoI never sweat it; 

cause my connect got kilos 

My bank, two thou that's what's in it 

Rollin celo, headcrack makin G's in a minute 

Oh yeah I'm all for dis 

Yeah I'm handsome, 

but the money made me gorgeous 

Now the girls wanna see me 

The little kids around the block wanna be me 

I was chillin, in thousand dollar coats 

I had links and ropes, and yo the shit was dope 

I had the jewels oh did I have the jewels 

The talk of the town, the neighborhood news 

But friends weren't true inside 

They were passengers, goin along for the ride 

And it makes you say damn! 

Because I feel so hard 

I had scars on my hands 

I thought I'd be fine 

But I got bagged and snagged and then I had to do a little time 

Friends don't hang it's a waste of timeI got one dollar, 

one girl and some great rhymesI pursued the wrong dream 

Now to make a fast buck I gotta schemeFind a celo game, yo 

Bank I gotta buck 

I ace to a deuce, yeah that's just my luck 

I gotta go right and exactInstead of a package, 

I wanted a mic and a hype trackInstead of robbin the parties, 

I'm rippin 'em 

MC's were gettin done, every week a different one 

It's time to put my talent to use 

There's no excuse, I just gotta get loose 

And now I'm really convinced 

I got raw with Lord Finesse, 

and been straight since 

Now you see how I lost it 

But I bounced back, 

you might not be as fortunate 

So take heed my friend 

Before you take a shortcut that leads to a dead end 

Take my advice cause the Giant said so 

And remember -- there's more than one way out the ghetto