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As the bullets fly
On a hot and smoggy Compton morn
In a dumpster lay a baby so unlucky to be born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And a hooker cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't like
It's gettin' gang-raped and her hair extensions swiped
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
A cop needs a helping hand
Or we're gonna be in a heap of trouble someday
Take a look at you and me
Is the media too PC?
Do we simply drop our guns and let crooks blast away?
As the city burns
There's a nine-year-old smokin' angel dust
Got a Glock in his hands but he's gonna get busted
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And my stomach turns
Say, what's with Tamika? Her belly looks heavy
She's only eleven, but she's gonna have a baby
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
Then one night after graduation
The suburban kids came to town
They buy some weed, cruise around
Meet the wrong gang and they get gunned down
As a rich boy dies
In the hazy distance, a battered wife bleeds
While a mangy old dog licks a dirty bum's feet
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
God knows I try
But on a hot and smoggy Compton morn
A policeman like me is the object of scorn
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And the bullets fly
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
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