Ha, ha, I'm y'all It's your boy Ghetto A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a got a wife What up Boy?
Everybody about livin' on Capital Hill We livin' on the hill, ya about the front row, front row? We on death row
We grew up in the Eatin' butter sandwiches with no jam We up to the hustlers on the corner Throat sore screamin', "Get your money man"
Had of movin' on up to the big leagues Like George, and Florence But it's kinda hard when is havin' you killed Resurrected, rearrested for old warrants
Yeah, it's a man, but we handle it the best we can Only difference between folks that's free and in jail Is some of us got caught on our way to Takin' the through Hell
Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac Able to leap buildings When police is on your back, It's a bird, a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, slick as Republicans Sold almost as much as Uncle Sam Your neighborhood Superman
If you played on my You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, shootin'" my daddy in a shoot out, chest all blew out Another family
Had dreams of findin' a job So he wouldn't have to rob niggas, I'm a up kid get what we deserved Instead of havin' to take what give us
Yeah, it's a man but we takin' it One at a time But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off back While that monkey still on your mind, on mind
Superman, than a speeding Cadillac Able to leap buildings police is on your back, yeah It's a bird, a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, talk as Republicans Sold almost as dope as Uncle Sam Your friendly neighborhood
It's a bird, a plane, no It's Ghetto Superman, a bird, it's a plane, no It's Superman, y'all
a bird, it's a plane, no It's Superman, y'all It's a bird, a plane, no It's Ghetto Superman,