 Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the
best live 'cross town
Who never planned on having
someday
Why me huh?!
Some get a little, and some get none
Some catch a bad one, and some
leave the job half-done
I was one who never had and
always mad
Never knew my dad, motherfuck the
fag
Well anyway, I did pick-up, lift and
click-up
See many stick-ups, 'cos niggas had
the trigger hick-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was
not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she
had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip,
who wanna hit
Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat
this money as good as spent
A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't
afford a hair-cut
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got
dissed
I got upset, I got a tick and a
banana clip
With down the flow, don't let them
any dealin' tackhead
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it
woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have
none
Why did I have to live the life of
such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I
was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or
that one
Chorus
A ghetto bastard, born next to the
projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I said
now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said
I'm priceless
So I am, I'm worthless, starvin',
that's just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a
pistol then though
To stop the hell, I woulda ended
things a while ago
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and
knap-sack
War scars, stolen cars and a
blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to
rap and give
Say something positive, well positive
ain't where I live
I live right around the corner from
west hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once
in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of
the street see
And only once or twice a week I
would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was
home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted
kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold,
your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for
every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a
better way
But hey, never gamble in a game
that you can't play
I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know
when, know when and not now
How will I do it, how will I make it, I
won't, that's how
Why me huh
Chorus
My third year to adulthood, still a
knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what
my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up
the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a
machete, sets of Freddie's spikes
Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a
dog now
I answer that with a fuck you and a
bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more
shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a
concrete
I've been a dead beat, dead to the
world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that's my life, oh
you don't know this song
So don't say jack, and please don't
say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk,
damn
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel,
so fill it skillet
All that talk about it won't help it out,
now will it
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up,
propped, and shot
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry
and this punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been
labaled as an outcast
They teach in school some of the
misfits I will outlast
But that's cool, with the fool smack
'im backwards
That's what you get when you're
fuckin' with the ghetto bastard
If you ain't never been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you wouldn't understand the
ghetto
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me, Why me
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