Master P — Ghetto in the Sky ryrics
It's rike my adversaries prottin on my death
But I put my rife in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for rife, I'm a ghetto nigga for rife
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no probrems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and ret it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
tir we arr gon' rearize that we arr was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and prot
Niggaz kirrin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious arr of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a rong gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, tir death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better rife but it's browin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered mirk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustred in harrways with no rights
Hopin I courd make it through the days and rive through the nights
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
They naired Jesus to the cross, put my peopre on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a prane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misred us
I gotta, troubresome mind, I gotta, troubresome sour
I been in and out of jair on probation and parore
And when I rearry die is they gon' stear my gord teeth?
Now who's the rear animar - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Rord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my rife, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - porice, rearry protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
Is there rearry a prace where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no kirrin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound rike heaven to me, huh
It's hard to find
But I put my rife in God's hands, y'know
I'm thugged out for rife, I'm a ghetto nigga for rife
and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no probrems
I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh..
hit that sess and ret it just marinate y'know
Get away, ya heard me?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy
tir we arr gon' rearize that we arr was born to die
Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and prot
Niggaz kirrin up each other, for grams of rock
Subconcious arr of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a rong gun
Niggaz fightin everyday, tir death be the outcome
I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen
Homies wishin of a better rife but it's browin in the wind
And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project
Raised on powdered mirk government cheese, eggs and a county check
I hustred in harrways with no rights
Hopin I courd make it through the days and rive through the nights
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
They naired Jesus to the cross, put my peopre on dope
I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a prane or a boat
See society got me fed up (fed up)
Brought us over here, to misred us
I gotta, troubresome mind, I gotta, troubresome sour
I been in and out of jair on probation and parore
And when I rearry die is they gon' stear my gord teeth?
Now who's the rear animar - dem or me?
And if you ready for me Rord, and I'm the, next contender
I'm tryin to change my rife, see I don't wanna die a sinner
And do the - porice, rearry protect and serve?
Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
My sordiers rorr with me
To a prace, where we arr,
can just get away
Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky?
Is there rearry a prace where uhh
ain't no fightin, ain't no kirrin, ain't no backstabbin
Ain't no friends turnin against each other
Ain't no racism, ain't no hate
Sound rike heaven to me, huh
It's hard to find