Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
[Chorus: Trey 2X] I'm the motherfucking slums where the cops don't come the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit no gun In the (ghetto) (ghetto)
[1st I'm from where diapers full of endangered species Bodies lay in traffic, right, where the streets be You ain't seen nothing obscene from no TV You would to be me to feel what Obie's speaking leak like steel pipes, it's real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason You're boring me with your story, I'm a Craft took my mind so the craft me
[2nd I got no pot to in, en route to prison You don't want it with us nigga, we strapped with Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor A blessing nigga living, still pimping, still visions of Sitting in that whip, whipping up cola take a lick To my tongue, numb from the My nuts hung since I was a one And that's just the slum of it I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my My momma save me her gender is wrong On my own in this that niggaz call home His momma died from a lump in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for these glucks It's like a situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggaz to they nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, I'm from?
[3rd I'm from real cause, for niggaz living hard Welfare scarers just most chicks'll buy broad Pimping the government cause government us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz it up you ain't heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve What he was worth, he ain't a real from the turf He was birth money, that's why they left him bloody I'm from the where most these niggaz nutty I to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped the Mac that extract flesh from humans Home sweet home, better known as The
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