[Intro]
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking little monkeys
This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
But I ain't ready yet

[Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)

[Verse 1: Master P]
Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big n***as
Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
And ain't no rules 'cause n***as get shot
And every fuckin' day n***as runnin' from the cops
N***a won't change mama 'til you bury me
But make sure six TRU n***as carry me
But if they miss know (n***a) you a goner
'Cause there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm, for the ovaries
Drug dealin', to penetentaries (Ughhh)

[Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)
[Verse 2: Silkk the Shocker]
Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my Glock
'Cause if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
All the n***as that lost their lives in this game
I lost a lot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color n***a we all struggle
With this black or white to all my n***as in penitentiaries
I received ya'll letters
And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better
Now picture this I got Auntie dyin' of overdose uncle dyin' of aids
Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
And based on the fact that things did wrong probably 'cause I hang with
Too many killers and n***as dyin' over wars shits hard where I'm from
That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come
On top of that I had a fucked up day
To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
Tonight when I pray feel my pain

[Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)