Cabaret Voltaire: Ghetto life

[chorus 2x]How do I survive each daylivin ghetto lifetwist me up a fat ass Jand livin indo high[C Knight]can I keep my freedomat least give me thatfor any other come I had to use a fuckin strapto get what I want in the ghettoand please, gutter for the drive-bysucka motherfuckers fly bybut why try, to test this three five sevenI know you wouldn't have catch me and my homieschillin in front of the shacksee, but I'z be the motherfuckin macktryna check a stackI gots a gap to watch my backand since I'm crazythat just mean no niggaz won't be fade mecommin from a wicked cityLong Beach, where everything gets shitty (you knowit)and ain't that a pityif you down on your lucknobody's gon give a fuckthat's why I'mma always bring my ghetto life, myghetto thing, my ghetto swingif it's lit take a hit and it's on[chorus 2x]how do I survive each daylivin ghetto lifetwist me up a fat ass Jand livin indo high[Bo Roc]life in the ghettofar from little Chinait's a place where the police is always down to findyacuz everybody in the momma snitchesbrothers and niggaz, and sisters that's calledbitchesdamn! the same people that holler out "peace, brotha"will try to catch with the draws so they can fuck yablack folks in the ghetto straight fuckin upand the whites on the outside bustin uptime to bust a cap in the chevrelowhether you'z a nigga, a nigga, a negroif you're not a sollution you'z a problemnine double one ain't be the only way to solve 'emcuz it's oughter to cheese them crackersfirst you pimps gotta work with the jackersand both of y'all must work with the gangs anddope-dealerscuz they'z the main motherfuckers killersuntill then the ounces from the white deviland what's left for the blackslife in the ghetto (in the ghetto)if it's lit take a hit and it's on[2 Scoops]now all through high school I relied on drug-smugglincuz I was broke, a nigga was straight strugglinnot knowin where my next dollars comin frombut I got a gun there's the double up I'mma jack onehow I'mma let the fool be up when I'm on the bottomanytime you broke a lot of friends you ain't got 'emto be a young man you got to be readycuz in my house there was no fuckin daddyin the home, I roam with the homies from the blockexperiencing, puberty, clockin do' and passin glocksI remember at the party the ho's didn't like mecuz when the party was over I rolled out on my Nike'swhen times get rough and toughI'm gon grab that bud and take a superpuffindo high, I replied on the bud for the painand stayin leveled to the ground and true to the gameyou can't jump on my escalator if you ain't need itI'd rather pull a lick and stay weeded?? into the alleysmooth but fast now I'm headed to the shackto count yo cashif it's lit take a hit and it's on[C] and it's on[B] and it's on[2] and it's on[C] and it's on[B] and it's on[2] and it's on[all] and it's on![chorus 4x]how do I survive each daylivin ghetto lifetwist me up a fat ass Jand livin indo high