Lyrics:
BEAUTIFUL GHETTO
By TUCK 88
Featuring: MR. CHENJERAI
Additional vocals by: N'DEA, FATNICE & MING XIA
VERSE ONE: TUCK 88
Look, I was eleven when
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
of life, in search for the light
Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight
Is it the ghetto in a nigga that make me spill liquor
Or the trigger that pays
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't
and their sons are laid
It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin'
the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
took out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke
Geah whassup?
To all my street niggas, project niggas
Real niggas, worldwide
Let's reflect, everybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine geah
on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
all this ice these VVs in my two chains
Look at trending stocks
It's moving by the clock
If it don't grow then I might pop
It needs to blow just like
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
the blues
You be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
Took out the game, I run the game of life
Cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
Smoke
have died in life
Modified by Christ embody I the light
My resurrection's prophecy
But I'm upstaged by theology mythology
Follow me my thoughts
Aint nobody know me
Now they wanna make songs with me I dont wanna be your homie
Pop off aint nobody know me
They heard me on this song now they
they leave us or they see it through?
Yeah we packin' precious metals
Our shit is next level
We raise the threat level (?)
Every ghetto, every city,
this often
Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it
Often, often, girl I do this often
Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it
Often, often,
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
heaven gotta ghetto?
I ask myself "I wonder
If heaven gotta ghetto?"
See, I'm living on earth
Let me tell you whats this black life's worth
Nothing but
come from woods and ghettos
I could of sworn she special
But she just let her mouth go
It's just another betrayal
And this ghetto pop song for the people
the ghetto to survive
My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me
20 years after the wats riot early 80's
Pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me
and make them right I want my people proud of me
My father gave life to a king I'm just a living prodigy
Lord forgive me for my sins I'm just a ghetto angel
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