Ghetto Bastard - Naughty By Nature

Smooth it out 
This is a story about a drifter 
Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town 
Who never planned on having someday 
Why me huh?! 

Some get a little and some get none 
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done 
I was one who never had and always mad 
Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag 
Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up 
See many stick ups 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups 
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed 
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out 
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit 
Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent 
A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough 
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut 
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed 
I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip 
With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead 
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did 
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none 
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one 
Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one 
And always wanted to live like this or that one 

Chorus 

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects 
Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach 
Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless 
So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets 
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though 
To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago 
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack 
War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack 
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give 
Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live 
I live right around the corner from west hell 
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell 
The sun never shine on my side of the street see 
And only once or twice a week I would speak 
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home 
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome 
Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old 
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold 
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way 
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play 
I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now 
How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how 
Why me huh 

Chorus 

My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead 
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said 
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night 
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes 
Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now 
I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow 
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week 
Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete 
I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong 
Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song 
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand 
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn 
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet 
All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it 
In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot 
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped 
But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast 
They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast 
But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards 
That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard 

If you ain't never been to the ghetto 
Don't ever come to the ghetto 
'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto 
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto 
Why me, Why me