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Ghetto Mafia I Can Feel It

but love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove I'm in the hood 'cause I'm dedicated If I was you, I woulda never made it I'm holiday,

on my cash route Until I'm paid, living in the ghetto is hard So I take what I need, and seek forgiveness of the Lord Can I get a blessing, niggaz

I can't breathe (Somebody get 'em off me) I can't breathe (Anybody get 'em off me) Break 'em up (Fuck that let them niggas fight) Break 'em up (Fuck that let them niggas fight) I can

in panic They try to get franic Got blowed off the planet They don't understand it Soldiers can't stand it That's how I planned it Fuck you goddamnit

, keep that nose itchin' Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin' I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up 4 for the 5, is what I'm

aggrivatin' (I need a coach bag) I can't be even doin' it (I need my hair done) Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it I've been through with it You

I can be richer than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D' Chorus: Mack 10 We Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous

uh) Can it be, that i stayed away for too long? Did i leave your mind when i was gone? Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live I'm like a

All that bullshit you talk, can it We own the planet Its a definite Niggas go for money reppin it Armagedding it Everything we on we setting it You delicate