It's on. That's tha mood, A.J. Well
it's all good (Ghetto blues has got me down for tha last time) We gonna
intensify tha stress, you know what i'm sayin? We gon' apply tha pressure.
All opposition are fried out. II Tru, put it down, yeah, we gon' keep it
real, 1996, Mo' Thug. Straight down wit ghetto ways bangin me to tha extent
of my struggles, contention They callin me on a low comin up on ah money
hustle tha same ol' thang, foe a new game, to be played foe cheese, gotta
get what's promised to a sister comin up on bankin g's. Hustlin's all tha
same, I can't deal with these playaz thoughts. Too much trust at risk,
make weed for ah fool to get caught. Hold up slippin, too late to be trippin,
weak strategies, gettin tha best of me, underpriced, everyday down and
out his life and society. Still I hold on, cuz I'm head strong and focused,
wit light off no time, to pay tha price or fade ya. Lemme tell ya no lie.
Livin by tha struggles rules, gotta do what cha gotta do, it's fit. We
strugglin, who give a damn, man, 'bout this down and out chic, my head
poundin, what am I gonna do, gotta get on tha hustle, makin that cheese,
comin up outta tha low life of tha ghetto. Gotta make this come up on tha
real, sis' tired ah strugglin, ghetto life, show me no love, but gimme
a reason to make quick moves on somethin. Gotta hold my own bud, it's hard
as hell, tryin to stay afloatin in tha heart of it all so, foe myself it's
tha way I go. I gotta do what gotta be done, to make it in these hard times,
strugglin some of em, when ya gotta wonder can I provide foe mine. Looked
in my predicament, who's gonna help tha sister in need. Can't put trust
in tha system, so I gotta hustle tha streets, foe my cheese. Gotta make
that money, comin up on me ah sis' too, cuz one ah these 9 6 days, I'm
outta these ghetto blues. Chorus (Layzie & II Tru) Ghetto Blues has
got me down foe tha last time (4x) These ghetto blues drink out a sister
faded, pray, dis was only a dream. Trapped in his slumps, surrounded by
tha crack fiends. Means, of survival I guess, hustle in da hood wear da
bullet proof vest. Help me, Lord, I can't get no deeper den dis, wish,
I wasn't born in dis world of bastards, misfit, mom's got love foe me,
but she don't know what I do, ooh, gotta slang 9 to 5, don't bring in enough,
fool. Steadily, look out for myself, my trues, and my family, see gotta
go foe self cuz won't nobody take care ah me. Strategy, keep fools outta
my place gotta take care ah my business, what is this? II Tru, playa hataz
on tha real you betta get wit this. Been dogged fa too long, come strong,
fool it's on, A.J. clique comin thick foe tha 9 6, right down to tha very
bone, neva laggin. 86 ghetto life, 86 them ghetto blues, trues. Comin up
foe tha 9 6, playa hataz you bound to lose, brake rules. Ain't no laws
here, playa, understand ghetto blues, cause for moves, testin trues, but
remember tha man. Go home if you sensitive, gotta live, nothin gives, been
in some strange situations, comprehend sister had to do, so a sister did
get rid of all excesses, always stay true to my trues. I can do this, gotta
shake these problems, get away from these ghetto blues. Chorus Layzie Tryin
to get a nigga shit tight wit tha man in tha mirror see clear through tha
rest of my days, on nerve. Nigga piecin tha puzzles, since burnin, fillin
on to get worse until we all layin a hearse, it's a ghetto curse. Every
little kid in tha hood done felt these tortures, departure up outta this
hell whole, nigga done fell low, stressed but I'm blessed as a soldier.
I beg of you Lord Jesus, help me deliver myself and my clique from this
evil. See tha reeper surroundin my soul, steadily send disease through
my peoples. Heavin be takin control of my destinies, I can't let these
streets get tha best of me, with all ah my kids right next to me, you can
expect foe me to keep writing desperately. Calculating my every move, gotta
prove to these fools we confused the intention see a thang and maintain
tha mission, cuz really my trues can't settle for no prison sentence, so
I keep my distance from ye-yo plottin, starin out tha window lookin for
a rainbow, level can't settle foe tha same ol', claim Mo' Thug with love,
they did deft, did tha game goes. Reviewin our possiblities, responsibilities
is major now, ain't no need on dwellin with tha danger bound, shit'll change
around if we make it, suit up. Two glocks for the war, check tha score,
II Tru's can't lose, cuz you know we got shit to prove, betta stick foe
you, livin ah lie, I singin these ghetto blues, blues. Chorus