Ghetto Rain

Lyrics

[Intro: Master P] Picture this Any man that hustle 'cause he like to is a fool Any man that hustle 'cause he got to feed his family Then that's a real man You see, I hustle 'cause I gotta feed my family I got families to feed I gotta feed my mama I gotta feed big mama I gotta feed my cousin I gotta feed my lil' brother I gotta feed my sister I gotta feed my kids I gotta feed my people [Chorus] The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive And I know I'm gonna hustle until the day I die (Uhh) [Verse 1: Master P] This the black rain from the moon and this the tears in God's eyes See, that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died And some fools say it ain't no justice And other niggas say it ain't no peace That's why thugs handle they business in these projects and on these streets See, my daddy made me a dealer, and my cousin made me a killer See, that's why everything we do, they gon' respect us and feel us And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was put to rest And my nephew last counted at only fourteen died in a car wreck It ain't no motherfuckin' antidote for crack or AIDS And why so many ghetto people in the jail live they life and die like slaves I got a relative on appeal doin' twenty-five flat Armed murder, armed robbery, nigga, fuck it, Johnnie Cochrans can't fight that And since I'm Black and I'm rich, they seem to overlook us Me and Boz bought some first-class tickets, they called the police, tried to book us Ain't that a bitch? I done made millions and I'm still goin' through a thang That's why niggas ask me, "P, why the fuck you never change?" [Chorus] The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive And I know I'm gonna hustle until the day I die [Verse 2: Silkk The Shocker] It's like either I'm rich or poor I know I'm put in this world to slang dope It's like the world is changin', I know Seem like it's changed as I grow I thank God for my big brother 'Cause without him, I know I never would've made it through So if life on line, put it all up for him You know what I'm sayin'? I put that shit on TRU The ghetto life got me caught up, see nothin' but broken dreams Like the ghetto's a trap, and I see nothin' but crack, dope, and fiends My homie never did no crime, but still there lyin' up in a hearse That's why I thank God for the lead I got, 'cause I'm knowin' that my times could be worse You ever feel like you was swimming, but you really was drownin'? You ain't wanna smile, but you pretend to smile 'cause everybody around you seem to be clownin'? I'd trade my life if it could make the world better Trade everything I got including my life to bring back my brother Kevin See, I spit the realest shit Try to make y'all feel this shit While y'all pointin' the finger on the outside lookin' in I'm in the middle of the bricks livin' in the shit C could tell you we always wanted to ride Benzes, but we had to ride buckets Mom wanted the better things in life for me, but private school was way past our budget So am I happy 'cause I'm smilin'? I'm just camouflagin' my problems See, the only way I can even really solve 'em is I grab the revolver So I grabbed it and I cocked it, I was gon' pop it But I stopped, 'cause I forgot I was rich What about everybody who not rich? Every month, so close to not havin' no profits My homie who hustle, I told him stop, but how can I really knock it? Everybody who died up in the game and everybody who tryin' to maintain Even though I'm one foot out the ghetto, close my eyes and I can still see the pain Sometimes, I just get fed up To all my soldiers worldwide, I know it's hard, but try Keep y'all head up [Chorus] The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive And I know I'm gonna hustle until the day I die The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive And I know I'm gonna hustle until the day I die