Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
[Chorus: Trey 2X] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the cops come Turn the lights on and the don't run You shit without no gun In the (ghetto) (ghetto)
[1st I'm where diapers full of feces We's endangered Bodies lay in traffic, that's right, the streets be You ain't seen nothing obscene from no TV You would have to be me to what Obie's speaking Bodies leak like steel pipes, it's real 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 piss in, en route to You don't it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, visions of Sitting in that whip, whipping up cola take a lick To my tongue, numb the shit My hung since I was a young one And that's just the fuck of it I'm pumped daddy but, gun in my palm My momma can't save me her is wrong On my own in this jungle niggaz call home What? His momma from a lump in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for serving these It's a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggaz to grab nuts And just soak all this up, where I'm from?
[3rd I'm from real cause, for niggaz living hard scarers just most chicks'll buy them broad Pimping the cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz it up you ain't heard? Bird got birds But the got murd' cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve What he was worth, he ain't a nigga from the turf He was birth with money, that's why they left him I'm from the streets where most these niggaz I to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that extract from humans Home sweet home, better as The Ruins
Whoaa!