The Ghetto Turned Me AP. 9 (Ft. Yukmouth)

[Intro: AP. 9]
Yeah, better feel me man
Ghetto turned me
It's how we livin' military mind state
Military mind state nigga (Sup man)
[?]
AP. 9 boy
Was born this way, was born this way don't [?]
The feds really care..
Yo

[Verse 1: AP. 9]
They say I'm associated with [?] shooters and lex lugers
Benzes and Cadillac coupe's we livin' proof
I ain't never been a party wrecker (Nah)
The partys fucked when I stepped in with the thugs
Off the drugs we all nuts, don't nobody fuck with us (Nah)
You best trust, I lust for death and I demand my respect
I suggest the cops give it up, or catch a hot one
I'm plottin' on my safety and I can't let the feds tempt me
Think they get me to the precinct, i figure they gon' hurt me
That's why my attorney took a long journey they ghetto turned me
To a militant, a military mind state
Inner city city boy, the cemetery can't wait to have another body trapped up, off in his birdy mugs
I'll die with a dirty gun, and I'll ride 'till the war is won
The lord'll come, the good die young (Yeah)
The bad live fast, the strong got a grasp and the weak won't last