[Intro]
  Smooth it out
  This is a story about the drifter
  Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
  Who never planned on havin' so dick
  Why me huh?
  
  [Chorus]
  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
  Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
  Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
  
  [Verse 1]
  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, mother fuck the fag
  Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
  Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-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, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
  They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
  I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
  I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
  I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
  I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
  Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
  I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
  Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
  Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
  Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
  And always wanted to live like just a fat one
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2]
  A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
  Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
  Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
  So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid
  Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
  Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
  I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
  Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
  Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
  Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
  I lived right around a corner from west hell
  Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
  The sun never shone 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 for cause of chrome
  Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
  And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
  Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
  But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
  I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' 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 into adulthood, and 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
  Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe
  Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
  I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
  'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
  Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
  I been a deadbeat, 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 just hot damn
  If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
  And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
  And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
  Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
  But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
  They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
  But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
  That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
  
  [Outro]
  If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
  Don't ever come to the ghetto
  'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
  And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
  Why me?
  (alright)