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featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics) 

[WC] 
Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it 
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it 
So many of us done lost lives to the streets 
As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased 
Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em 
Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium 
Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days 
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways 
I know it's wrong but it's hard to change 
All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game 
Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent 
Faced with rejection, early age stressin 
But now ten years later with doodoo respect 
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks 
Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change 
Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days 

[Ron Banks] 
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, it might sound strange 
but I just can't run away 
I can't run, no, run away 

[WC] 
Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good 
Never, I still got love for the neighborhood 
And even though now it's infested with gunplay 
on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away 
Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me 
Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? 
I can't turn my head on my folks 
so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope 
Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto 
Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto 
How come everytime we get some change in our can 
we run away and try to move out as far as we can? 
I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse 
than a devil when you turn your back on these young G's 
Now feel every word that I say, hear my cry 
as I struggle out of thirst and search for better days 

[Ron Banks] 
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, run away! 
Said I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, run away 
No I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, runnnnnn away! 

[WC] 
Another day another dollar, it feels good to look around 
and see I'm surrounded by real riders 
Childhood comrades I ran with for years 
Shared the same beer and tears over the same peers 
Player haters swearin that all we all G's 
off each others strength with these, regulates the same cheese 
No jealousy we all family like Sister Sledge 
Lace each other with game, so I can spin beer cans 
Watch our kids grow together, as we get old together 
Loc I mean this, let no one come in between this 
Keep our business among us, behind doors and eyes closed 
on those we consider as foes 
Outsiders never exposed to your hustle 
Plus I'm, never been one likely to trust em 
No negative association, just dedication 
to watch our paper sprout like this bud mutation 

[Ron Banks] 
Might sound strange, but I just can't run away 
I can't run, run, run away! 
No I just can't run away 
I can't run, I can't runnnnnnn away! 
No I just can't run away 
I can't run run run run runnnnnn away

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