Another Day In Da Ghetto...Smila & Game Collab

[smila]

Game: Wake up in the mornin time to sell rocks
Slangin on the block watchin out fa cops
Smila: Wiv bent coppers that couldnt give a fuck
steal ur drugs money then beat yo'l ass up

Game: Livin in the ghetto gotta nigga paranoid
do ne thing fa money even sell steroids
Smila: Now im livin da drug life, n sniffen da white
its aiight, cause im in control of this life

Game: terrorize hoods, see them flock when i spray
That AK hit u from a block away on my block today
Smila: A nigga got shot in the face, need a change of pace
You gon die by 18 no matter ya race

Game: Columbine was nuttin niggas get killed all the time
At least where im from cause we always pack nines
Smila: strapped up wiv ma bullet proof vest
is my protection from gettin holes in ma chest

Game: get them through metal detectas along wit the crack
Or send the roc by boat pack by pack
Smila: gota make da money fast,its my way off stacking da cash
got a gat for my life to last, shootin niggas afta my stash

Game: The first time u get shot, youll always remember
My cousin j passed away in November
Smila: But this drug game could get yo'l deceased
So i hope ya body now rested in peace

Game: He was bout to go big, drug money out the ass
Just last month the cops found his stash
next to his dead body, along with the cash
He was all messed up, filled wit hennesy and has

Game: Nothin but love you think when u step outside
but from ya closest niggas ya cant catch a ride
Smila: so i put these bitches aside,caus manz not feelin wat im feelin inside
fuck it, wiv all this dough im buyin ma own ride

Game: cause they think you washed dont want u around
but they there alon when ya plane touches ground
Smila: Now nigga's comin at me lookin for free money
this dudes funny! fuck him ima gona get a hood suck from his honey


Game: To my grandad i always say R.I.P
Cause he was killed standin up to NYPD
Smila: He wanted to live, he wanted to breath
I only hope grandads soul's now been let free

Game: Im down wit opp but that opp got me a baby
Then the bitch had an abortion cause she thought i was crazy
That baby would've been retarted if it were concieved
Cause the baby momma smoked to much weed...but thats beyond me

Game: Thats a day in the life of livin in the ghetto
Pimps, drug dealers, thugs, hos rockin stilletos
Smila: Im heavy in da drug game now, not lookin for fame
Not livin a life of lame, wiv every day not bein da same

Smila: Life is hard, not knowin what were livin for
drugs drink and hoes then we b knockin on heavens door
Life is a choice and its there for da choosin
But choose da wrong path an it ya life u'l be loosin