Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
I how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets as hell, another rock to sell People look at you youse the user Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your day Baby on the way mad to pay That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, I I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me She was forced to me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty South Packed up my for my raw power move Glock for casket and flower moves for chumps to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, man ( you betta have your gat in hand man )
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Our lifestyles be captioned addicted to attractions Pictures of be played back in the midst of No tales for this young black male see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures Why tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe If you believe you can achieve Just at me Against all odds, though life is we carry on in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds follow me protect essence Born with less, but you precious
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin Gun shots every in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on in the (ghetto) Every day is a in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got to feed in the (ghetto) Selling and weed in the (ghetto) day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
I had the master I'm in the on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two And when he start to bust he like to ask, next? At last, I'm literally loungin Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was I heard I was dead
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we thats the life when your in the (ghetto) oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the when ur in the (ghetto)oh in the (ghetto) or in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(talking) It's a thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal beef but tho we were going thru our drama i would never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac