i'm ghetto 2
Word up....You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, thats off top....(Carl Thomas) "I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on theWay, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) Thats right, thats what I'm talkin' 'bout,tell the young boysOut there man"(D-Dot) "Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rareForm"(Carl Thomas) "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on theLine, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) "Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger"(Carl Thomas) "See me cruisin' down the lane, doin'two miles per hourBaby, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) "Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like everyThree seconds"(Carl Thomas) "I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can'thelp it who I am, I'mGhetto"(D-Dot) "We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'"(Raekwon) "I tell the story for the young black youths out there"(Verse 1: Raekwon)Yo, it started out in East New YorkWhere I grew up, knew how to walkFavorite carry weapon was a forkOlder folks smoked out, straglersAlmost had to bust a Marvin HaglarStarvin' for mine, bust three at yaDad fucked up consecutivelyHim and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' PussyMoms dropped him on the spotSmacked me in the knotOnly he gave you was your name and these blocksThat's ya PopsStill, thats me stillKeep it realIf it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a mealWe in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned outThree days away from home he stoned outCoke on the table, pressin' redialSon I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foulYo, why you doin' that? but gettin' bigHalf the niggas I run wit' gettin' jigThe other fifty cent balancin' a bidOh shit, got this bitch seededCop pleadedWhat should I do? knock your self off, God succeededAnd the most scariest part? Better have heartCause the Lions and wolves will rip you apartMake a brick and get barredShoot joints, get involvedPut tints on your windows, whip carsYeah, all the giants revolveBlack carry-on, ready to die for the family hardAlcoholic vultures with toastersSheep skins onLeather V Bombers, bums with no coats onWe livin' financially fucked up, gotta have creditSmoke a bag of wet and set itThe block we deadedSociety wrong, we too black and too strong to prolongGot my woman with a gun in her thongIt's kinda wild how we livin'The Devil fall has arisenWe travel from here to prisonA presidency shelter for my eldersThat's real, cause we need them and they need us, that's wealth for yaLeavin' on this momentMeditate, Four in the Mornin'Nigga you straight.....Chorus (Carl Thomas)I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine,I'm ghettoI like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghettoSee me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghettoI'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto(Verse 2: Madd Rapper)Born in the gutterA Black Pops and a Puerto Rican MotherI kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutterKnown from Albany Ave to 98th and SutterMy leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was butterRobbin' and hustlin' anything for a profitThirteen years old 3 Months in SpoffordCrime, I couldn't stop itDidn't pass the Tenth gradeSchool was cool but it didn't keep our rent paidSo every Wednesday me and my DogsHop the train for a Ki in the BronxKnowin' all along the shit was wrongAin't the first and damn sure ain't the lastIt keeps goin' on, so keep movin' onSame old story, my Pops leftWaves and Pony's and mock necksTre's and Forty's and hot sexWith around the way bitchesFrom around the way riches, yo, my block repsI stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I networkMillion dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirtsSo pardon my appearance, everythings all goodNigga I'm just like you except I'm from the hoodChorus (Carl Thomas)I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto(D-Dot - this goes out to all my peoples in the hood,in ghettos allAround the nation and all around the World, knowhatI'msayin'?)Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out onthe line, I'm ghettoSee me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghettoI'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghettoDoes anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?
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Word up....You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, thats off top....(Carl Thomas) "I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on theWay, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) Thats right, thats what I'm talkin' 'bout,tell the young boysOut there man"(D-Dot) "Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rareForm"(Carl Thomas) "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on theLine, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) "Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger"(Carl Thomas) "See me cruisin' down the lane, doin'two miles per hourBaby, I'm ghetto"(Raekwon) "Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like everyThree seconds"(Carl Thomas) "I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can'thelp it who I am, I'mGhetto"(D-Dot) "We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'"(Raekwon) "I tell the story for the young black youths out there"(Verse 1: Raekwon)Yo, it started out in East New YorkWhere I grew up, knew how to walkFavorite carry weapon was a forkOlder folks smoked out, straglersAlmost had to bust a Marvin HaglarStarvin' for mine, bust three at yaDad fucked up consecutivelyHim and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' PussyMoms dropped him on the spotSmacked me in the knotOnly he gave you was your name and these blocksThat's ya PopsStill, thats me stillKeep it realIf it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a mealWe in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned outThree days away from home he stoned outCoke on the table, pressin' redialSon I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foulYo, why you doin' that? but gettin' bigHalf the niggas I run wit' gettin' jigThe other fifty cent balancin' a bidOh shit, got this bitch seededCop pleadedWhat should I do? knock your self off, God succeededAnd the most scariest part? Better have heartCause the Lions and wolves will rip you apartMake a brick and get barredShoot joints, get involvedPut tints on your windows, whip carsYeah, all the giants revolveBlack carry-on, ready to die for the family hardAlcoholic vultures with toastersSheep skins onLeather V Bombers, bums with no coats onWe livin' financially fucked up, gotta have creditSmoke a bag of wet and set itThe block we deadedSociety wrong, we too black and too strong to prolongGot my woman with a gun in her thongIt's kinda wild how we livin'The Devil fall has arisenWe travel from here to prisonA presidency shelter for my eldersThat's real, cause we need them and they need us, that's wealth for yaLeavin' on this momentMeditate, Four in the Mornin'Nigga you straight.....Chorus (Carl Thomas)I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine,I'm ghettoI like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghettoSee me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghettoI'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto(Verse 2: Madd Rapper)Born in the gutterA Black Pops and a Puerto Rican MotherI kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutterKnown from Albany Ave to 98th and SutterMy leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was butterRobbin' and hustlin' anything for a profitThirteen years old 3 Months in SpoffordCrime, I couldn't stop itDidn't pass the Tenth gradeSchool was cool but it didn't keep our rent paidSo every Wednesday me and my DogsHop the train for a Ki in the BronxKnowin' all along the shit was wrongAin't the first and damn sure ain't the lastIt keeps goin' on, so keep movin' onSame old story, my Pops leftWaves and Pony's and mock necksTre's and Forty's and hot sexWith around the way bitchesFrom around the way riches, yo, my block repsI stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I networkMillion dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirtsSo pardon my appearance, everythings all goodNigga I'm just like you except I'm from the hoodChorus (Carl Thomas)I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto(D-Dot - this goes out to all my peoples in the hood,in ghettos allAround the nation and all around the World, knowhatI'msayin'?)Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out onthe line, I'm ghettoSee me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghettoI'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghettoDoes anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?