"Worldwide Ghetto (clean version)" genre: Dirty South
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	The Man is keepin us all down,
	CD: 2dubyaG   Label: Scrapyard Records- www.scrapyardproductions.com Credits: POPLAR, Scrapyard Productions
	Lyrics All these hata niggas be callin' Pop a sellout cause I like to rap But I don't call you a f**kin crack head and I know you smokin’ crack You sayin hi wit a smile you talkin s**t behind my back But I aint laughin at ya nigga listen rat tat tat tat tat Do you hear that? Do you feel your f**kin in guts splat lettin you know that Im bout to take all that smack To the top of the streets This worldwide ghetto beat I’m standin tall in the hills you feelin the concrete your rap is so f**kin weak and yo f**kin pockets aint so deep why you tryin’ to be a Poplar nigga just like me Why you always be tryin to use a Poplar nigga up But in my ride you claimin you givin Poplar love To the one brother that took all the loans from another to keep it together through good and bad Whether you know it or not you know it seems such a shame you be dissin your brothers and claimin that you true in this fuckin game Chourus Why you dissin on your brother A friend should be a friend When you hatin on your brother Friends are friends until the end End Chourus All the small timers in the circle you can call it a click But they be dissin on each other cause they click is so f**kin weak The po will always be po cause they be keepin each other down Not just in the cities it’s the worldwide ghetto’s frown Whether white or black it’s the man that’s keepin us down The rats in New York City or the roaches in the south They don’t give a f**k about you just stay out they neighborhood And the media makes ‘em think that “damn them people they no good” but Chourus Minimum wage it don’t pay the bills No prayer in school now the kids get killed protect yourself and you’ll go to jail Who said that? Pull they card as well End Chourus Cause it takes village to raise a leader You gotta love yo girl don’t f**kin beat her you teachin your kids to live in fear and hate you gotta open your eyes they future waits You gotta let ‘em be kids when they is young theres plenty of time to learn ‘bout drugs You in front of a 5-year-old smokin’ up And the 6-year-old knows you’s a sl*t You on yo back givin up the guts And you on yo knees lickin up the nut Hangin out all night you got a kid whats up callin Pop a hater you got life f**ked up I respect a lady don’t respect no sl*t I aint sayin I wont hit it I like to nut and you fine as hell but dumb as f**k lettin every little playa get ya on ya back for a bit of money or a bit of crack be layin down for a dime sack need to wake up and get off the s**t cause you f**kin up your f**kin kids leave em at home and go handle your biz they late for school you don’t give a s**t you love the drugs and use your kids yo you got shit way backwards b**ch they say they hungry you start to trip don’t wash the clothes so school they skip they wait for you to go an get a hit be all up in the house mad whylin and s**t wit no one to teach them a bit of respect (it’s F**ked up) you can’t help who won’t help themself 2 dubya g another is family laid to rest

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