Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Crisis" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ghetto Crisis» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Ghetto Crisis"
Lyrics to Ghetto Crisis : (talking) Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brothers keeper Forever twice, whats none of the dark will Come to the street life, zero tolerance Taking no shorts, its a ghetto crisis out here [Z-Ro] Whos that peeking in my window, whos that peeking in my window Me drop a miss crop, and vome-vomer, they better recognize Me just uh sit back rolling up me indo Ima not the guillotine warrior and the ghetto must survive (Chorus) Stop playa hating, I am the murder you dont know me Another life Im taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta Stop playa hating, I am the murder you dont know me Another life Im taking, me give em a left, me give em a right Me start to boxing up their ass [Z-Ro] Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now Me run up they cut with me gun and drugs, nigga come to test me now Me pull the trigger back, look at the boy thats falling him Another day another death, Ill have to murder one, one more grave I am done (Chorus) Stop playa hating, I am the murder you dont know me Another life Im taking, evil boy when me ra-ta-ta-ta I am the son of satan, the easy lies are non killing a man slowly Cruising man Im Jamaican, or American contest and gonna feel my wrath [Verse 3] Is this the way its suppose to be the lord to hear my prayers are you listening Forgive me for saying Im trapped in a world thats got a grudge against me living What happened to the good old days when unity was a must, when you Could put trust in your own people, without our own people trying to get us And I could see the rules of the game are still the same, cause days are shorter And times are harder, Im fighting to keep my head above water Cause I got to protect myself from the evil of my own people The only personI fear is God and through his eyes were all created equal And I cant understand how black on black crime hitting as hard as it did Cause the half the niggas that you did you use to roll with as kids Father forgive me for being favorless and hopeless But in this cruel world, its hard to stay focused if you havent noticed No one seems to want to follow the rules If we cant live as brothers and sisters than well parish as fools And to the youngsters coming up never sell your soul, cause Life is priceless, stay strong and try to make it through this ghetto crisis [Z-Ro] Dont violate me stressed dont cross the knife Now I promote no argument me conversate when I wont come nice Paranoid, paranoid, when I be coming on down fawn Ever ball, approach me swinging make a man fall Me serious with the fists one touch could make a fool die Them turned heads and one could see the devil in me eye But Im off and, and rub the coffin, thats one interrogation Scream heartless when I violate me rule and regulation Me get the sawed off buckshot from the killing Who plex me or plex cause me ready and me willing Me ready for the battle, drink a gallon wanting the sexual healing Ghetto life is nothing nice we have the cap peeling We are the true jumping and you moving over The ghettos I live cross the line, far from moving over And eye of light, when me get the pistol and me brighter Tell me this, who shall save the white mans idol (outro) Who shall save the white mans idol (president) Who shall save the white mans idol (national guard) Who shall save the white mans idol (police) Who shall save the white mans idol (priest) Who shall save the white mans idol (dope) Who shall save the white mans idol (tank dogs) Who shall save the white mans idol (your soul) Who shall save the white mans idol (God) (talking) Who gone save your ass when we blast Who gone get the last laugh, coming up out of this ghetto crisis Coming up out of this ghetto gas, uh ha, yeah Its wicked in the mushroom cloud, nuclear niggas Its a ghetto crisis [ Ghetto Crisis Lyrics ]
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