Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to We tear it up y'all, bless the mic the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and (yea) We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the
(Hook: Hamilton) in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the Even when you Its never you see My hood is the I've been down up is just a reach my hood is the ghetto Catch a second Then again My hood is the
(Verse 1: Common) magic in the hood, its tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, wood whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood Upon the welcome to the ghetto show Federal buildings, hallways filled children pushing children Fiends peeling, shit seems real and What's real is the estate of that we're in The situation great My man peels weight, so he can plates You might get love but you still feel Through and chain plates, we Chicago to nigga real ones do relate
(Verse 2: Kweli) If sold then truth be told probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully I wanna like common sense Next best thing I do a record with common Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its Soul, and roll the hip hop we be producing yea It's the gear, it's the flare, the stare Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to the fair the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air We got our own officials, no matter who the mayor I know you know what I'm talking New York to the South, take off your shoes when you in the house
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(Verse 3: Kweli) Yo I grew up where they're playing in the parking lot And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the Buildings too big so you really see the stars a lot But rapping, drinking, and to prison you see them a lot I the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart And always keep my ears to the block till I depart Hip hop is the art We have to express the of ourselves that us want to martyr ourselves It ain't to tell when somebody you up and put the hammer to you They want them presidents like Stickman and Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these don't run anymore is a hundred or more
(Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, for money and mercy I him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me Niggaz is thirsty, I it's a drought Up early, serving their grandmother's house Sometime the ghetto desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get get by or get god, but but you try to get by It's the block keep blocking You try to make moves, its the car just keep stopping We in the court, need cochran yea I tell them why the weed popping, in the game you options No for feet watching, me and kwe keep for the ghetto
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