Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
[Chorus: Trey 2X] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the 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 diapers full of feces We's species Bodies lay in traffic, that's right, where the be You ain't seen nothing obscene from no TV You would have to be me to what Obie's speaking Bodies like steel pipes, it's real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason You're boring me your story, I'm a Detroitee took my mind so the craft exploits me
[2nd I got no pot to in, en route to prison You want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin Our ambitions is riders, thriving off poor decisions A nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of Sitting in that foreign whip, up cola take a lick To my tongue, numb the shit My nuts since I was a young one And that's the slum fuck of it I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my My momma can't me her gender is wrong On my own in this jungle that niggaz call What? His momma died from a in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for these glucks It's a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for to grab they nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, where I'm
[3rd I'm from real bridge cause, for living hard Welfare scarers just most buy them broad the government cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz it up Cause you ain't heard? Bird got But the nigga got murd' niggaz felt he ain't deserve he was worth, he ain't a real nigga from the turf He was birth money, that's why they left him bloody I'm the streets where most these niggaz nutty I adapt to em, I'm in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that flesh from humans Home sweet home, better as The Ruins
Whoaa!