Fordítás: Fekete bárány. Still In The Ghetto.
m still in the ghetto [chorus] Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto) Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto) Get me a job so
, roads seem hollow but still grab a bottle to heal, it's like a noose of seventh seal over Brownsville What's the difference between the ghetto and death
This hustle will brake you down Pull you apart I was raised, the young nigga was scwabble In the city o' locs, no hope or rolemodels The black sheep
, the Sheep will resurrect it For all neglected, we had to intervene, Black Sheep back on the scene Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop It's Black Sheep
[mac] No limit black sheep, played the back seat for months Stayed away from the tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still mac nigga, ain't nothin changed Got
to let each other fly June 1 6 7 1 The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "Nigga get paid" No one can understand me, the black sheep. Outcasted
ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about The black vote mean Nathan
you gotta ask the questions And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto Why black people
ghetto buisness Niggas jack cars and rap stars Rockin the cash bars Bitches dancin naked on their lap Its ghetto buisness Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto
back, blow ya stack and it's like that Visions go black, murda over crack Murda Fo Free, murda muthafucka fuck with me You stuck wit me, no luck wit me Black
Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems How does it feel to be the black sheep
[Mac] No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed Got
you gotta ask the questions And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto Why black people always
to let each other fly. June 1-6 7-1 The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid." No one can understand me. The black sheep. Outcasted
On the d-l, shit I do be makin frontpages The black sheep, I'm in deep like it's a life thing Cause since I was born, goddammit, I was ghetto-trained
and who you peddlin' to? You ain't got the ghetto with you Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
