Talking about the ghetto, funky, funky ghetto, trying to survive, trying to stay alive. The ghetto, the ghetto. Talking about the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, funky, funky ghetto. Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out, dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouth. Old school buddies not doing it right, everyday it's the same and it's the same every night. I wouldn't shoot you bro, but I'd shoot that fool if he played me close and tried to test my cool. Everyday I wonder just how I die, only thing I know is how to survive. There's only one rule in the real world and that's to take care of you, only you and your. Keep dealing with the hard times day after day, might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay. Black man trying to break in my house again, thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen. Even though my brothers do me just like that, I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the ghetto. The ghetto, the ghetto. Talking about the ghetto, the ghetto, funky, funky ghetto. The ghetto, trying to live our lives. The ghetto, won't you tell them about it too short. So just peep the game and don't call it ***, cause to me life is one hard ride. Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine, she was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed. Six hundred million on the football team and her baby died just like a dope fiend. The story I tell is so incomplete, five kids in the house, no food to eat. Don't look at me and don't ask me why, mama's next door getting high. Even though she's got five miles to feed, she'd rather spend her money on her HIT. I always tell the truth about things like this, I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list. Instead of adding to the task force, send some help, waiting on him I better help myself. Housing Authority and the OPD, all these guns just to handle me and them. The ghetto, people are dying. The ghetto, children are crying. The ghetto, don't have enough to eat. The ghetto, don't even have shoes on them. The ghetto. Even though they put us down and call us animals, we make real big banks and buy brand new clothes. Drive fancy cars, make love to stars, never really seeing just who we are. We use alias names like Too Short, sell you stuff you might kill for. Young kids grow up and that's all they know. Didn't teach him in school, now he's slaying dope. Only thing he knows is how to survive, but will he kill another brother before he dies in the ghetto? You keep one eye open, all day long just hoping and hoping. You can pay your bills and not drink too much. Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up, like me. But you don't see, ten years from now where will you be? The ghetto, talking about me. Trying to get out of the ghetto. The ghetto, talking about me. But I got no place to go. The ghetto, talking about me. Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto. The ghetto, cause that's the only place that I know. So much game in a Too Short rap. Can't be white and whites can't be black. Why you wanna act like someone else? All you gotta do is just be yourself. We're all the same color underneath. Short Dawg is in the house, you better listen to me. Never be ashamed of what you are. Proud to be black, stand tall and hard. Even though some people give you no respect. Be intelligent, when you put them in check. Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way. And when they throw you in jail, you got nothing to say. So if you don't listen, it's not my fault. I'll be getting paid and you'll be paying the cost. Sitting in a jailhouse and running your mouth. While me and my people try to get out. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Talking about the ghetto. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Talking about the ghetto. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Trying to survive. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Trying to stay alive. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Funk n' get to. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Got no places to go. The ghetto, talking about the ghetto. Trying to stay alive. Talking about the ghetto.