Lyrics:
the ghetto
Black blood, keep the sunshine, on your face, I know
Black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black blood, black blood
Black blood, make
"Now ya'll niggas want to wear Polo and Hilfiger"
[Carl Thomas]
"See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour baby, I'm ghetto
survive
II Tru put it down, yeah, we gon keep bringin' it 1996 Mo Thugs
Ghetto Bluez has got me down foe the the last time[X:2]
Ghetto Bluez has got me
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
out here on our own
So I got two gats, one black and one of chrome
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
[Violent J]
The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
intend to rush me
Part two, and only God can judge me
From the ghetto to the pen
Can you comprehend?
And all the real players, pour out some Hen
This my
What is time? Huh, time is divded by two.
Before it happens, and after it happens.
Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show.
[some
Enthralled through
I know that my eyes ain't blue
But you see I'm a woman
Of the ghetto
I'm proud, free
Black, that is me
But I'm a woman of the ghetto
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten
consider yourself warned; they're back on the case:
It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass!
{Ghetto} {Get up}
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
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