Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
I know how it to wake up fucked up Pockets as hell, another rock to sell look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser But they don't know about your day on the way mad bills to pay That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was like you Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's Cause G-E-D, B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me She was to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks for twenty down South up my tools for my raw power move Glock for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to my flow And what they don't know show on the autopsy to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, man ( you betta your gat in hand cause man )
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Our be close captioned to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be back in the of mashin' No fairy tales for this young male Some see me in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on vultures my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in Why shed tears? Save sympathy My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can Just at me Against all odds, life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on To all the that follow me protect essence Born with less, but you still
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin Gun every night in the (ghetto) cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got to feed in the (ghetto) Selling and weed in the (ghetto) day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
I had the plan I'm in the on my way to Maryland with my man to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next? At last, I'm literally loungin Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, rumors was spread I heard I was dead
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we Cause thats the life your in the (ghetto) oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life ur in the (ghetto)oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(talking) It's a funny thing i realized how powerful 2pac and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal but even tho we were going thru our drama i would never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac