shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto
heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I
kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roll Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a
Who, who you stepping to the lost boy crew Boy you stomped that ass is through Come on and keep it real, this is saying That the lost boy and group home
don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T and burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart
the ghetto From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave birth To a baby boy
Al Capone a nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart pushed up the street by a dope fiend took to a crack house and
God first then we second for musics a blessin' Servin' it from lyin' then I ain't Bryon And I'm fryin' and lessons of a ghetto kids Who feelin' fiends
four kids, three mack elevens Three cars, about thirteen boo boo's I'm just a ghetto superstar on parole Convicted felon known for 187's and 211's A
you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few G's You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
was so Fugees Now you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few Gs You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto
slangin' griqua) Situation critical, phone home, phone home Talkin' on my digital, call phone Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations Boy
The trigga gots no heart (The trigga a trigga) The trigga gots no heart (The trigga a trigga) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no secondary shorts
the fiend around here, I got a provider I hear slangin this hard white powder Shit live, but I want shit liver Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor Hurtin people, I'm a
chain ain't a label it's a movement, fuck with caps, it's a nail in the coffin, look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts, look, a hater shit get drastic
checks was weak They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek A way to get a play, and maybe one day I'll be performin up a storm for a decent
hood still in me A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me (Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas) [Verse- Prodigy] P is a