Ok, we got the in the building We got Killa in the We got Young Weezy in the
Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, Tryna see him, naw, he need to even An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in all street tims
Man, shorty got green than a Boston Gems Austen, they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear Let ya know a boss up in here
How it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it Put yo spoons down, cash off the diet I pass in a on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days the teachers was on that pay
I'm raised in the cage, with a bit of amazin' grace An' prone to coke at a amazin' pace Man, my daddy, super Dave, race it Real, not have me, B. win it, I'm a champ
In the ghetto life, I'm a boy Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up For me an' you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, life
See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them Just that City, when I'm smokin' that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin' his Get money, pimpin' hoes with these type
Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hood nigga, flippin' birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' Pour out a lil' liquor, lost her life
All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz this chromed out pipes This interry foreign German lifes An' I keep this big toolie just my ice
I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of white But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these stripes Ghetto hood, pipe Ghetto walk, with my ghetto
In the ghetto life, I'm a boy in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets I'm a ghetto life, any dog, I can blow up For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ayyo, the just born, I need seven more leaders C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 Act up though I let the 4 fever ya Dice game, crack, 64 fever
When I'm in L.A., I got 64 An' a fever for the flava of a six diva I told the po' to her, I'm about to crook Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to
With the piece stocks, cook up the Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo That's how coke for that cook up his
I'm one of those, that look up to Pac when I get pulled over, cook up the cops All they say is, at his drop Hand on my license, at his watch
But, thug shit, dog, we with Baby We come clownin', baby An' if we, babies, duck tape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby,
In the ghetto life, I'm a boy Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up For me an' you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, life
It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, Jim Jones, Santana, what's Roc-a-Fella Birdman, fly to hood near you, they got 'em cheap Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one time