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letra de ghetto life - jack muxy

[verse 1]
woh! woh! woh! woh! woh!
am a little young n-gga born poor dreamed of riches (whooh)
hard life in the hood no do’s only wishes (waah)
money money money triple m triple sickness (hgrrr)
power of my mind made me win my battles (yeah)
no excuses am a man n-gga, i have to move on (aaah)
more stress in my life n-gga, how do i move on (woh)
they smilin’ on my face, speakin’ sh-t on my back (yeah)
and when they see me there, they be like n-gga hold my hand (ah ah ah)
but i don’t give a d-mn or care about who you are (who you are)
i only trust in god the creator he knows me wide ooou (he knows me wide)
watch me later i’ll be better am making papers n-gga (aaah)
fake smiles from my haters they see my better later (hgrrr)
rules! am livin’ by my own rules (own rules)
doin’ my own stunts n-ggaaa
muxy on the front move (front move)
haters say it’s a movie shoot (d-mn! d-mn!)
am on my zone (hgrr), i make decisions like more solomons (hgrr)
come and ask me what you think i don’t know (hgrr)
maybe that’s what i have to know ow
people give a hand when it’s beneficial (beneficial)
i get more calls coz they saw me on a television (television)
“muxy where you at i wanna be your partner” (be your partner)
good idea but lemme first consult my mamaa

[verse 2]
money in the bank i haven’t reaped yet
yes am d-mn broke i see my success
am on my own position, am on my own lane
i see my own vision i see my own face
we keepin’ it real all the time men
we the real n-ggas you understand man?
and when it’s show case i show my talent
am always on the move meet me on stage
give me a pay so i release an album
you the boss now but i don’ need your advise
this is my style i do it for the others
and if you got it then share it to the others
and tell the others never to be homicides
this savage life is made for the jungle
do it your way never try make it original
find a way to p-ss away it’s not easy though
shhhh, stay calm when it’s your kneelin’ time
knock knock h-llo there i need some accolades
it’s we the real, salt city boys, landbase cl-ssic men
we keep it real, all the time men (ah)

[chorus]
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
i got no real homie am livin’ my own life
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
ye ye ye yeee
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
i got no real homie am livin’ my own life
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
ye ye ye yeee
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
i got no real homie am livin’ my own life
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
ye ye ye yeee
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
i got no real homie am livin’ my own life
ghetto life taught me not to be torturer
ye ye ye yeee

[outro]
it’s we the real hommies.. muxy.. hgrrr!!

- jack muxy

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