Murder - Ghetto Millionaire - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Ghetto Millionaire
Artist: C
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanu Brown Jr., Nathaniel D. Hale, Corey Miller, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Cordozar Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Whassup y'all
C Murder Bossalinie of the rap industry
With my niggas Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, No Limit livin' legend
Y'all muthafuckers know what I mean out there

I cop a Benz at the age of twenty one, nigga
I fuck hoes and smoke weed for fun nigga
From the streets to the muthafuckin' record stores
And sell a million discs at blockbuster videos

Bitches formin' lines at my concerts
Them thug niggas sell drugs off my inserts
A eight figure nigga gettin' bigger
I wear No Limit gear nigga so fuck Tommy Hilfiger

And renegotiate my court case, fuck a plea
And call Cochran there's a million on legal fees
Charge it to the game, that's what Silkk said
My name ringin' like the muthafuckin flu spread

Give me a shot 'cause I'm sick wid it
(Sick wid it)
The tank on the back, the ghetto niggas gotta get it
I make money so fuck all them haters with the mean stares
I wanna be a ghetto millionaire

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Gangstad up, then you know I don't fuck
I got the blue khaki's with the gangsta chucks
All at once was deserveing me
Got the homies on East Side serving me

Yeah, we do what gangstas do, me make them gangsta figures
And I surround myself with only gangsta niggas
We be on the streets in the gray or blue on the smash
Dippin' on the look off of crack

My homies got a couple birds locked up in the stash
Snitches spreadin' through the hood like rash
Be like me and do with it off
And you could be a ghetto millionaire like me and my doggs

We don't take it away quash
Especially fuckin' around with a bitch
I'm me and I don't give a fuck
A ghetto millionaire and bitch I just don't care
Bitch I just don't care

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Ghetto, ghetto
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)
(Ghetto millionaire)

Shot gun blasts are heard
When I rip, dip, flip, slip and swerve
Through the hood in the muthafucking drop top thangs
I'm bangin' G Thang once again

My clip, my glock, I click it, I cock it
Got my heat in my pocket, I blast like a rocket
It's like a gang bang movie say up jump the boogie
While you moving from the side of my heat

I'm never too big to say hello in the ghetto
Niggas spit hot metal, keep your foot on the pedal
I'm from the East Side of the LBC
Where the bitches quick to set a young nigga up baby

Never let a bitch play you
From the streets to the sweets make that bitch pay you
And obey you, who said the game was fair
Get your hustle on nigga and become the next ghetto millionaire

Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay

Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay
Ghetto, hustling all my life, ghetto, droppin' the fool my pay

Whassup nigga, huh, No Limit, 'cause I'm in it
'Cause I'm in it muthafucker, Third Ward
C-Murder, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg and Kurupt in this muthafucker
DPG nigga, you know we still off the gangsta shit

The tank, for the real niggas
Straight from the projects
Nigga you know what I mean when I say fuckin' ghetto millionaire?
What nigga, just a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets

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Ghetto-Ology - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Ghetto-Ology
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, T Burton, W Knighton, M Snaders, R Barnett

Lyric:
Been here been real
Still clear south west
And you wanna do somethin' with it?
And you wanna do somethin' with it?

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

How do you feel when you judge quick?
And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit
Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways

You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
Playin' catch up with yourself I'm on another level
And you can say I'm dead wrong
Even if you stay home

They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone head strong
Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
He be hangin' with them monsters and he smilin'

And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB
And they neva call him daily in that wee wee
So what I find is to eliminate the problem
Befo' they cause problems, befo' we have problems

'Cause you thought you had it sewed up
Until that green house grew all of a sudden
Sho' nuff, it showed up
Now you didn't know he had it in him the venom

It fits the test and I'm gon win him
Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
You need to find out, there ain't no time outs
You can't sign out, better than whine out

Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down
For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
So let it guide you and take you to that touch down
And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
'Cause one in, and one quick

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

I got these jokers with their eyes red
Drinkin' too much, got dead
I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
Herbs beware

It's from the one that data compare
Logistic, chicken biscuit
This winter, he will forget the cold through a song
And my party wrong and my weak is strong

Just kept his back turned, yearned
For destruction bustin' microphones
Blessed the unprotected soul
Lettin' go, call him too much

Will get you off for sure
Watch [Incomprehensible] top plate
What's gon' save you from the hands of why
When them guys gone and you bet home in the ghetto

They trappin' him off within then
Look at the fonky red'ead
Done flipped them all as dead
Paint wet, now I'm set

Fight the shit, watch it hit
Block lot neighborhood charcoals
And that old mark O?
After dawn, on the porch

Got gone, mind blown
Fashioned like
Niggas sold, new or old
It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

Now from the Go child my name is Lo
God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
He taught me shout it when you've got chance to blow?
You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'

Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one
That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
Now revolution of the mind has already begun

Now just a second y'all it got to be
For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me
Even the ghetto is still God's property
C'mon

Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
Over your soul, like this one eyed monster
Ain't no in between you either off or on
Never pass judgment but the feeling is mutual

Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
After years of gravel
You promised no rest to blow in weeks
I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints

Wobblin' like a duck stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
Me don't promote no mysterious behavior
Pimped and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal
It come through in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

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Ghetto - Lyrics - R.L.

Title: Ghetto
Artist: R.L.
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Robert Lavalle Huggar, Sherard Dixon

Lyric:
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto, I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we do, yeah

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(We)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Ooh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub

On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke

You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next

Black and white, America is like a raccoon
In my building the elevator is the bathroom
Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
Real, recognize rizzeal

I didn't always have the six
I didn't always have the crib
So I gotta rep where I'm from
Even tho I live where I live

Back when I was a kid
How the city used to give
My momma money for groceries
Brown cartons of cheese

And vouchers for everything, yeah
No matter how far I've come
I'll still represent where I'm from, I'm ghetto

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We run around with vice, Lords and G's
Russel Avenue a block after Queens
Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's

It was me and J-Z
We in the park talkin' crazy
Now it's all good baby
Even after I got hooked up with KayGee, yeah

No matter how far I've come
(No matter)
I still represent where I'm from
('Cuz I'm)
I'm ghetto
(Ghetto, yeah)

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
(I represent)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(The ghetto)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Uh-huh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
(Yeah, yeah)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(R-Hockey Stick yo)

From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
Don't sleep 'cuz I'm R and B
What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
New kicks on the 1st and 15th

1328 RussellAve where cats used to hustle bad
With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
Ha you don't understand me man

What you know about bein' frozen
With the furnace broken
So you sleepin' with the oven open

I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
Nigga hungry even after the deal
I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
From the corner store, to the record store
My and Postaboy
(Ghetto)
We ghetto

For my people down south with gold in they mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Oh, talkin' 'bout the ghetto)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

If you've ever had vouchers before
Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
Ran outta gas on the side of the road
Then you ghetto

Land lord had to change the locks
Left your shit out front in a box
You tried to break in and he called the cops
Then you ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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U R Ghetto 2002 - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: U R Ghetto 2002
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jason D Harrow, Karl Amani Wailoo

Lyric:
Take it low, low, low, yo, yo, yo
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When the money you got is dead wrong
It's royalties from biting Kardinal's song
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you thinkin' you a star
And you're waiting in line at the back for drinks at the bar

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you try to do a ghetto song
Of your own down coming out down south
You thought Kardinal wouldn't buss you in your mouf
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you think you number one with the flow
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When the polo that you rock
Is on sale at TJ Max from you head to your socks
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you stuck inside a jail
And them Gators on your feets cost more then your bail

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you think you represent
But them niggas in the street ain't spendin' a red cent
Ain't tryin' to buy your single, nigga, hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're

(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think you a star
Flossin' on the street in the rental car
(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think that you?re nice
But the opposite don't look twice
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When your boys push crack
And you buyin' crack from them so you can go smoke out back
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When your moms part of your crew
And your nigga's hanging out to get closer to her too

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When I don't know who you are?
But nigga I know your name 'cause I can read it on your chain
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya, rapping along
And ya can relate to the rhyme I'm spittin' in the song

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya best clothes, is your dress clothes
And dress is Paco jeans and jelly slippers, namean?
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya askin' for some cigarettes
'Cause you can't afford hash to mix with that weed in your stash

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you tryin' to get your flirt on
And that cock blockin' nigga got the same Gucci shirt on
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you own two cars
And you need ten from me to buy drinks at the bar

(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think ya got clout
But your hair weave keeps fallin' out
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O

Yo, you know you ghetto
When you bring home your boys
And your auntie's lookin' at your crew like they sex toys
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When your brothers paid from jugglin'
And you driving his Range, talking 'bout nigga we strugglin'

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya sittin' down in class
And dang, a cockroach went and crawled out ya book bag
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya tried to rap like DMX
And you get your breddren to do you video
Because you can't afford little X

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When rap is part of your dream
But you can't stay out past one 'cause your mom runs your street team
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya savin' to buy a key
But your grand pop is still on the corner pushin' that weed

You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When you know you not Jamaican
But your clothes say Tommy Sean John nigga you fakin'
You're ghetto! You know you ghetto
When ya like every other brotha
Rappin' loud, walking down the street tryin' to be discovered

(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think you a star
Flossin' on the street in the rental car
(You're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are, when ya think that you?re nice
But the opposite don't look twice
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're ghetto)

Going out, to that home girl
And the house niggas
Burlington co-factory [unverified]
Know what I'm saying? You're ghetto!
And by the way you are biting

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Ghetto Freak Show - Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Ghetto Freak Show
Album: Carnival Of Carnage
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

It's three O'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head

Bumping into bones 'cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart

Uh, huh, so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face

I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate

Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
'Cuz my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it

The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me

So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown

Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat

Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly

I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough

Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man

Insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghe, ghe, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak, ghe, ghetto freak show

Ah, aha, Violent J, the ghetto freak show
He's still alive, the ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage, line up and see him
Lived years in the slums and he's still alive to tell about

Line up and see him, he's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show and you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage, you, young man
You look like you could use a viewing of a good freak show

Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show, Violent J is still alive

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In The Ghetto - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: In The Ghetto
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rick James

Lyric:
You know, my homey treach from naughty by nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'ma let one of our most immaculate tour guides
Take us all through the ghetto, my nigga, Rick James

When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hangin' out on corners, singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks, tryin' to find me big fun
Lookin' for some trouble or anyone who'll give me some

I was young and crazy
(In the ghetto)
Didn't know what my life would be
(In the ghetto)
I was dumb and o, so lazy
(In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me
(In the ghetto)

You all know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life, talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

(In the ghetto)
Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers
We be smokin' them cancer sticks, police provokin' muhthafuckers
We dancin' and we be dodgin' them bullets they be poppin' off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street and fall in love with the hood

'Til somebody come blast the heat, always up to no good
So all of my fam could eat, see in the hood we hungry
Hey, nigga, we playin' for keeps, my soldiers on the block get on it
It be good if you flaunt it, we will take if we want it
See, niggaz, from the ghetto got a different state of mind

With a different kind of hustle and we iller with the grind
And develop our muscle 'til we sicker with the shine in the struggle
Thus our money come quicker doin' crime
I see the way we rep the hood, gotta love me, you can take me out
The ghetto, but you can't take it from me, gotta love it

(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

(In the ghetto)
That's where we get into that street, shit
Hustle hard, try to get money quick
(In the ghetto)
That's where I got my name from
I learned to get money and I got all my game from
(In the ghetto)

That's where you eat with a bunch of the wolves
And get to hustlin' as hard as you could
(In the ghetto)
Until your cake stackin' shit'll get good
Throw a block party for the whole hood
(In the ghetto)

With them burn out cellys, talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli
Crack head chicks still smuggle babies in they belly
And them piss in elevators 'til the lobby all smelly
(In the ghetto)

That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nuttin' like the hood nigga, I don't care
You survivin' in the ghetto, you can make it anywhere
Gotta love it

(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)

To my east coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz, rep your ghetto
Down south niggaz, rep your ghetto

To my east coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
West coast niggaz, rep your ghetto
Midwest niggaz, rep your ghetto
To my dirty south niggaz, rep your ghetto

(In the ghetto)
Even though they act rude, you'll always find a good chick
To hold a brick for they dude, behind the bullshit
Me and my clique on the move, we honor the code of the street
And live by the rules Is where, all of the hood's at
(In the ghetto)

Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women and rugrats
And some of the most powerful people, I love that, come on

(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know, what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life, talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin' 'bout
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto life
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life, in the ghetto)

Never mind who you thought I was
I'm Rick James, bitch
Cocaine is a hell of a drug

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Ghetto (International Remix) - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Ghetto (International Remix)
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): B Darius, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'

These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold on too
And there's no one to pull you out you keep on fallin'
And no one can here you callin'
So you end up self destructing

On the corner with the tuli on the waist line
Just got outta the bing doin' state time
Teeth marks on my back from the K9
Dark memories of when there was no sunshine
'Cause they said that I wouldn't make it I remember like yesterday
Holdin' on to what God gave me

'Cause that's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eating in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleeping in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
That's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eating in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleeping in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

No need to cherish luxuries 'cause everythin' come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause your not promised tomorrow
So live your life as if everyday's goin' be your last
Once you move forward can't go back
Best prepare to remove your past

'Cause ya gotta be willin' to pray
Yes there gotta be there gotta be a better way
Yes ya gotta be willing to pray
'Cause there gotta be there gotta be a better day
Whoever said that the struggle would stop today
A lot of niggas dead or locked away
Teenage women growin' up with AID's

'Cause that's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleepin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
That's the life when your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleepin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Gun shots every night in the
(Ghetto)
Crooked cops on sight in the
(Ghetto)
Everyday is a fight in the
(Ghetto)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ghetto)
Got kids to feed in the
(Ghetto)
Sellin' coke and weed in the
(Ghetto)
Everyday somebody bleedin' in the
(Ghetto)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ghetto)

'Cuz that's the life when your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
We livin' by the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
'Cuz that's the life your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
And sleepin' by the
(Ghetto)
Livin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

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Ghetto - Lyrics - Trouble - Akon

Title: Ghetto
Album: Trouble
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): B Darius, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'

These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold on too
And there's no one to pull you out you keep on fallin'
And no one can here you callin'
So you end up self destructing

On the corner with the tuli on the waist line
Just got outta the bing doin' state time
Teeth marks on my back from the K9
Dark memories of when there was no sunshine
'Cause they said that I wouldn't make it I remember like yesterday
Holdin' on to what God gave me

'Cause that's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eating in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleeping in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
That's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eating in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleeping in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

No need to cherish luxuries 'cause everythin' come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause your not promised tomorrow
So live your life as if everyday's goin' be your last
Once you move forward can't go back
Best prepare to remove your past

'Cause ya gotta be willin' to pray
Yes there gotta be there gotta be a better way
Yes ya gotta be willing to pray
'Cause there gotta be there gotta be a better day
Whoever said that the struggle would stop today
A lot of niggas dead or locked away
Teenage women growin' up with AID's

'Cause that's the life when your
Living in the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleepin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
That's the life when your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto)
Or sleepin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Gun shots every night in the
(Ghetto)
Crooked cops on sight in the
(Ghetto)
Everyday is a fight in the
(Ghetto)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ghetto)
Got kids to feed in the
(Ghetto)
Sellin' coke and weed in the
(Ghetto)
Everyday somebody bleedin' in the
(Ghetto)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ghetto)

'Cuz that's the life when your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
We livin' by the
(Ghetto)
And eatin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto)
'Cuz that's the life your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
And sleepin' by the
(Ghetto)
Livin' in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

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Still Ghetto - Lyrics - Still Ghetto - Jaheim

Title: Still Ghetto
Album: Still Ghetto
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, T Hoagland, T Oliveira, Pam Sawyer, Cliff Lighty, Marilyn Mcleod

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Lyric:
I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I thank God that I'm still here
You know all my lost ones I share this prayer
Father God I pray yo holden' me down
Like an angel please keep um' around

My broken heart blood shed its tears
Left me alone and now this soul is full of darkness
Is this destiny was it meant to be
All my dreams are reality

This is all I know so this is life
So don't get cold like a rainy night
Album platinum, still I gotta fight

But don't go messin' with this girl
Just 'cause you give um doe
You can bet that ass nigga
I'm still ghetto for you

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I respect the ghetto baby feel my pain
When I lost my mom's and pop's
I started havin' a sup
But I can't change

And the days seem long and the nights are cold
And all thats left is a picture frame of them
It's killing me softly like a dead man walking
But I'ma hold on, be strong, keep on doin' what I'm doin'

Never thought I'd ever be this strong today
Still so much love for all the G's that paved the way
I'm sure gonna try best to learn and teach these young ones
Treasure now their world today, your what I'm livin' for today

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

Motherless child lost in the mix
Can't lie I love it when my ghosts blow me a kiss
Wish pops was here to school me more
So ghetto I don't even feel pain no more

Can't go wrong but it's a must I get it right
Callasthetics and water keep my shit tight
In and out of the system gave me power
I see death every time I take a shower

Peanut butter no jelly, B but no celly
Been through it all what the fuck you gon' tell me
First time cookin' Cobax was oily
88' 89' Julie you spoil me

The ghetto boom me over see the block in me
Half ya that Gemini some she poppin' me
Same sign as my brothers we never get along
Some nights my niggas gonna keep us strong

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto

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Ghetto Bass Ii - Lyrics - Move Somthin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Ghetto Bass Ii
Album: Move Somthin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won, Luther Campbell, David Hobbs

Lyric:
Ghetto style Dee-Jays
Don't touch that stereo
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass

What's up, party people, we're back again
Bringin' you the message from some of our friends
They're the funkiest crew from the heart of the city
When the amps are on, they'll take no pity

'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin'
When you talk about the system, all you say is, "Rockin'"
Others hear the name, they scream out loud
'Cause they are known to move the crowd

When you hear the sound, they'll stop and wonder
Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder
Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high

So step off your throne, they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So consider yourself warned, they're back on the case
It's Luke Skywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass

Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up

Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up
Ghetto, get up

To some, 'Ghetto' is a name, to others a tradition
In the city of boom, there can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like the ones from the city and the boys from Pac-Jam

Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong
He ain't dared any man to get him wrong
L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play
He'll strong-arm any sucker who gets in his way

Baby Ced, Liberty City born and bred
Always known for the knowledge and sense of the head
Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team
He was gone for a while but back in the swing of things

Amazing Chico, a king to his trade
Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow

And last but not least, marvelous J.P.
And we can't forget Cisco, we're glad you are free
So one day to your kids you will tell the story
Of how the Ghetto Style DJ's achieved their glory

Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass

Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass

Look out everybody
Look out everybody
'Cause they're in the place
It's Luke Skywalker and the Ghetto Bass

Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass
Ghetto bass

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Ghetto - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: Ghetto
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): Ross Sloan, Kirk Jones, Francis Palacois

Lyric:
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin' place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin' your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometime
Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
You put 'em on anyway and rock 'em halfway wet
First you wear, then return everything you buy
Always lookin' for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids by three different guys
And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot

You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container, put it back in the fridge
Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did
Put salt on your food before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what color you are
You could be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of a chicklet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwashin' liquid
The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power
You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower

No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo, we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin' you
Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto
Can you be rich and be ghetto
Can you be rich and be ghetto
And if you gotta ask then you probably never know

Ghetto, East Coast is the ghetto
West Coast is the ghetto
South Side is the ghetto
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
I'll probably die in the ghetto

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Still Ghetto (Remix) - Lyrics - Jaheim

Title: Still Ghetto (Remix)
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, T Hoagland, T Oliveira, Pam Sawyer, Cliff Lighty, Marilyn Mcleod

Lyric:
I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I thank God that I'm still here
You know all my lost ones I share this prayer
Father God I pray yo holden' me down
Like an angel please keep um' around

My broken heart blood shed its tears
Left me alone and now this soul is full of darkness
Is this destiny was it meant to be
All my dreams are reality

This is all I know so this is life
So don't get cold like a rainy night
Album platinum, still I gotta fight

But don't go messin' with this girl
Just 'cause you give um doe
You can bet that ass nigga
I'm still ghetto for you

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I respect the ghetto baby feel my pain
When I lost my mom's and pop's
I started havin' a sup
But I can't change

And the days seem long and the nights are cold
And all thats left is a picture frame of them
It's killing me softly like a dead man walking
But I'ma hold on, be strong, keep on doin' what I'm doin'

Never thought I'd ever be this strong today
Still so much love for all the G's that paved the way
I'm sure gonna try best to learn and teach these young ones
Treasure now their world today, your what I'm livin' for today

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

Motherless child lost in the mix
Can't lie I love it when my ghosts blow me a kiss
Wish pops was here to school me more
So ghetto I don't even feel pain no more

Can't go wrong but it's a must I get it right
Callasthetics and water keep my shit tight
In and out of the system gave me power
I see death every time I take a shower

Peanut butter no jelly, B but no celly
Been through it all what the fuck you gon' tell me
First time cookin' Cobax was oily
88' 89' Julie you spoil me

The ghetto boom me over see the block in me
Half ya that Gemini some she poppin' me
Same sign as my brothers we never get along
Some nights my niggas gonna keep us strong

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto
Dangerous times in these ghetto streets
For peace of mind I gotta hold this heat
I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto

I'm living for today, I'm doin' shit my way
Still ghetto, still ghetto

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Ghetto Thang - Lyrics - 3 Feet High And Rising - De La Soul

Title: Ghetto Thang
Album: 3 Feet High And Rising
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Mary had a little lamb, that's a fib
She had two twins though an' one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this effect is ground common in these parts

Now life in this world can be such a bitch
An' dreams are often torn an' shattered an' hard to stitch
Negative, the attitude that runs the show
When the stage is the G H E T T O

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow?
Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
An' Peter's pimpin' Jane an' John a punk

Infested are the halls also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy's flyin' high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
Attention in the largest span an' loves to lead

Always found at the jams but never dance
Just provoke violence due to one glance
The future plays no matter, just the present flow
When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O

Lies are pointed strong into your skull
Deep within your brain, against the wall
To hide or just erase a glowin' note
Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat

Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar
Those who blame the G for all bizarre
So open up your vents an' record well
For this is where we stand for the true tell

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there could be some ghetto games an' ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love an' ghetto change

Though confident, they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles? An' if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides?

Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown belief
Kill an' feed off your own brother, man
Has quickly been adopted as the master plan

Posses of our people has yet to provoke
Freedom or death to them is just a joke
What causes this defect? I don't know
Maybe it's the G H E T T O

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

Standin' in the rain is nothin' felt
When problems hold more value but never dealt with
Buildings crumblin' to the ground
Impact noise is solid sound

But who's the one to say this life is wrong
When ghetto life is chosen strong
We seem to be misled about our dreams
'Coz dreams ain't what it seems
When it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word

It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Word, word, word, word

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Ghetto Life - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Ghetto Life
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Dewayne Carter, Dean. K C Giles, Terrance Quaites, Brian Williams

Lyric:
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building
We got Killa in the building
We got Young Weezy in the building

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever
Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya
Dice game, head crack, 64 fever

When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby
We come through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time

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Steal Away - Lyrics - No More Drama - Mary J Blige

Title: Steal Away
Album: No More Drama
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Mary J Blige, Marshane Levitt Winfield, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
It's just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
It's just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
This ghetto ghetto
That ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
That ghetto ghetto

I've been thinkin' lately baby
Maybe we should lay in tonight
I've been pushin' papers crazy
Even if it's wrong, I feel this right
Maybe we can make sweet love
'Cause I know we feel so good
I know that to escape this pressure

Steal away, steal away
Before a day, they'll never say

Wishing of love, much more soon
For one night, let's share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day?
Let's steal away

You know I really need you sugar
I want you to make me your wife
I can't wait to really bounce so
We can be together, there's no doubt
That my love, it has no limits
So I will wipe away your frown
How come my sexy secrets
Now I'll join you for the rest of my life

Steal away, steal away
Before a day, they'll never say

Wishing of love, much more soon
For one night, let's share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day?
Let's steal away

Wishing of love, much more soon
For one night, let's share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day?
Let's steal away

For sure ma, let's steal away
Car keys to my man's Benz and Bil away
Spillin' say, whatever you man like it or not
He ain't diggin' it right, so I'mma be pipin' the line
I see ya hot mami, hold on if you ain't
When we put a flick on your hand, I'll front your navel
When it comes, I'm able to make you happy
Whatever's the back and fo' dot six in the navy

Blakes and pillows fluffed up
And we shine like we Puff Dad
Blowin' that dro till we up, his lungs up
I just dolos honey, all this honey, he wilin' like I stole his money
Is gold his honey? Is my gold his money?
He can have my wife, while me and you live that lavish life
Which you be seein' is happenin' tight
Thongs and bras, I'm hoping to God to say no more

Steal away, steal away
Before a day, they'll never say

Wishing of love, much more soon
For one night, let's share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day?
Let's steal away

Steal away, steal away
Before a day, they'll never say

Wishing of love, much more soon
For one night, let's share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day?
Let's steal away

It's just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
It's just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
This ghetto ghetto
That ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
That ghetto ghetto

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It'S Ghetto - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: It'S Ghetto
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, John David Jackson

Lyric:
From hood to hood they see what's hood
And know who I be

I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin' over to browse
And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down

There's some chicks wit' boyfriends that are up tight now
'Cause they know the big dog had a pups like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Heading over seas wit' a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep running through your city's maze

Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified

Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill

From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south

It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto

I get it jumping like a lo lo '64
And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though
That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo

You know it's him and the gang
Wit' the bling worked on that remind you of lemon meringue
But remember the thangs, ain't too far
And y'all wanna hear 'em go bang, bang, bang

Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching 'em closely
I know the snakes gonna slither soon
The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon
The back feels like sitting in the living room

I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman
It's that man that back to back plat' scan
I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living
You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga

From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south

It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto

They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky
But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi

Yeah, the trigger just might get squeezed
And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call 'em the Fresh Prince
And throw rose petals when I walk

They love how I came back hard like good blow
And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho
That's what hood though, yes I would know
That's 'cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers

Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others
The man no other, 'cause I been in it
My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
I'm gone catch up

From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south

It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto, it's ghetto
It's ghetto

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