So you wanna be a G, Nhaaa kid, come on – you wanna be a real, real motherfucking gangster. Chorus (final): I have seen sinners, I have seen a saint, I have played the devil’s game, and I have seen homeys in pain, I have seen hard men crying in the rain going insane, it’s no illusion, Conclusion: it’s a Ghetto delusion. Verse 1: Go to school, eat the pain, do it again. Get a job that pays you real money, just sitting not doing plenty – Compared to hustling day and night, sometimes the money's good, sometimes tight, right? But a wrong move – you get the bullet or the cuffs. In the street, you can't bluff. Drugs and bad habits just to handle it. Nha, kid – it's just shit. We are fucked up, and most want to get out. Do the real shit, you know. Don't get shot. Go to school and get a job. Chorus: I have seen sinners, I have seen a saint, I have played the devil’s game, and I have seen homeys in pain, I have seen hard men crying in the rain going insane, it’s no illusion, Conclusion: it’s a Ghetto delusion. Verse 2: Ready to see someone you love dead, from a bullet meant for your head? Ready to see your mama's sad eyes when you're sentenced to half your real life? No pussy, no wife. Just a prison knife, Get a good life. Chorus: I have seen sinners, I have seen a saint, I have played the devil’s game, and I have seen homeys in pain, I have seen hard men crying in the rain going insane, it’s no illusion, Conclusion: it’s a Ghetto delusion. Verse 3: And if you wanna destroy your brain, use drugs while you are evolving. It doesn't stop until you're 22. Think. It's up to you. Kid, this shit is real – bullets kill, Prison doors got steel, and you gonna get fucked. This shit ain't like the movies, kid – come on. You know this shit ain't no good for you. Get friends, not a crew. Chorus (final): I have seen sinners, I have seen a saint, I have played the devil’s game, and I have seen homeys in pain, I have seen hard men crying in the rain going insane, it’s no illusion, Conclusion: it’s a Ghetto delusion.
