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Good Girl Gone Bad
01. Ghetto Sarah Lee
02. Yo, Boyz
03. Mission 2 Get Paid
04. Commercial 1
05. Can't Trust a Man
06. Commercial 2
07. Payback II
08. Here Comes the Drama
09. My Everything
10. Good Girl Gone Bad
11. Commercial 3
12. Ghetto Ties
13. Wanna Be Wit You
14. R.I.P., Jil
Four in the morning po-po's kicking in my fucking door
Found no evidence but they still cuff my man
And so I'm trying to play it off like I'm scared
But I ain't tripping cause as soon as they book him yo, I'mma go

Get him, have the dope cold hidden in my coat
Text boxing even though they tore the house up
We still fool the cops, pager's ringing non-stop, the telephone
If two narcs about to answer it you best to hang up on that bitch
Cause just like they do they hooked up a fake charge
Sure glad they didn't beat him cause I'd have went the fuck off
But I gotta stay cool, can't afford to go too
Cause I gotta do the shit that a gangsta bitch do

But ooh I'm starting to trip about this whole situation
I just remembered, shit, my nigga's on probation
His officer's a trip, always mean
Mugging, waiting for my nigga to slip
So she can start bugging, looking at the front door
Fuck I can't go now, I can see him in the hood pirouting in my house
Gotta barricade it shut and then move real quick
Cause my nigga's got fifteen months on
This bid, it's just some ghetto shit

So much ghetto shit, and I don't want it
I don't want it, the life of a gangsta bitch
Was supposed to blow me, up on me
Living in poverty, that's why I gotta heat up like celery
And it's all good

This bitch ain't got no choice man, I'm out here on my own dude
Slanging big fat indo, boulders and pink balloons
I'm selling for myself, down and dirty for my wealth
Go gets my gat up off the shelf, cause a bitch don't buy no sells

Yeah, so welcome to the ghetto, where hoes like me is trife
My stomping ground's a dope track, a bitch's gaining stripes
Can't get these fiends to act right, I'm knowing where they headed
They'll smoke they fucking check up
And looking for some credit, forget it

Yo, I'm fixed to make that change cause I'm tired of them dope fiends
With they king cobra breath and two fifty worth of change
That's one reason why a bitch stay high all through the season
And won't quit, yeah, I'm in this ghetto shit

I'm posted up in the cut and nigga bet a bitch is strapped
The 5-0's is flagging down a hoe to buy some crack, but fuck that
I take it down the hatch in a plastic sack
Ain't even tripping cause tonight I know I'll get it back

Damn, fucking ghetto Sara Lee of the hood
Mia X, Konshens daughter, doing this shit
Bitches with attitude, nah niggas, bitches with game
Y'all better recognize, Master P, No Limit Records

So much ghetto shit, and I don't want it
I don't want it, the life of a gangsta bitch
Was supposed to blow me, up on me
Living in poverty, that's why I gotta heat up like celery
And it's all good

I'm standing at the stove, nine millimeter cocked
Gris-gris cut, bubbly bubbly, almost ready for the shot
My nigga keeps calling, telling me the pager's voiced
But they all acting funny cause they all owe him money
I'm trying to keep his sanity and keep the stash up

Taking care of the kids and keeping all the bills up
Plus deal with the pressure and the drama from his folks
His sisters want the car, his brothers want some dope

His mama wants to smoke and she also want some scrilla
I'm acting like I hear her but really I don't feel her
Them niggas in the hood act like they wanna rob me
The feds in the cable truck ain't
Slick, I know they trying to watch me
But nothing can stop me because I'm on a mission
And anybody acting shady well they gon' get they issue
I really miss my nigga but I gotta be strong
Though the woman in me don't wanna be alone
Paranoid all the time, got to stay up on my guard

Wanna live a normal life cause I'm tired of being hard
In this ghetto shit

So much ghetto shit, and I don't want it
I don't want it, the life of a gangsta bitch
Was supposed to blow me, up on me
Living in poverty, that's why I gotta heat up like celery
And it's all good

Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure

If there's some dope in here, I'm gon' cook it
Street queen of the year, cause I'm gon' push it
Living in poverty, that's why I gotta heat up like celery
And it's all good
Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure
Thieves don't want no cure