featuring Master P Snoop Dogg

[Master P]

Wazzup Steady Mobb'n and Snoop?

I know you all grew up in the ghetto in the westcoast

I'm from down south

But it don't matter whether you from the eastcoast or where ever

Cause the ghetto is a constant struggle

It's all about the mo' money you make

The mo' problems you have

I guess the ghetto is just consequences that we can't exscape

You heard me?

[Crooked Eye]

So many murders jumpin off

blood soakin the street

So many children worldwide

With nothin to eat

There's no peace

on these trigger happy police

it's hard enough bein born black

these times are brief

Three strikes (Your out!)

Your little homie lost his life

Do a lot of things wrong

to feed his baby at night

I wish I could

Put a lil', love in the hood

Once again, and free all my doggs from the pen

Mercy me, this world ain't what it use to be

It seems the whole world's smoked out

High off D

See my brother, murdered his own grandmother

Now that's sick, all for the love of a hit

No protection, people, dyin of age

The Lord said it would be like this in the last of days

Kidnappin babies

It ain't, safe for our kids

Man it's such a wicked place

In which we live

Chorus [Crooked Eye & Marvin Gaye]

It's a struggle in the city to survive on the streets

(Oooooooooooooooooooooooh)

(Mercy, mercy, mercy me)

The world is a ghetto full of worn out peace

(These streets ain't what they used tooo be)

So many soldiers dyin everyday to earn a strive

(These streets ain'