Lyrics:
I don't think you'll reach your goal, young man
Hangin' by the pool room door
Look out, son
Little ghetto boy
When, when, when you become
causes,
But by other men,
We all kno time is ours in the ghetto,
But its not the ghetto so long,
So ghetto youths,
Keep ya calm and keep it cool,
Dont let
hoe
Eating Rudy's Chicken while I move these chickens
Swear my life is a movie role men in all black and we kill shit like funerals
Aw man aw man yea
the casket
And that's it, the end of the chapter
The beginnin of the next one
The resurrection, imperfection, after death come
The black son in the ghetto
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody like the end
hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's
of the ghetto youth man them a talk bout floss
Wearing the brands them nah care how much it costs
Drinking the hennese oy, them ah drink the hennesse by the flask
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
Of Hyphie Man Is Thizzin, Sniffin Lines
Im In Da Buildin And Im Feelin Like Yeeeeeeee!!!
R.I.P. To Da Mac D-R-E
So Don't, Dont Stop, Keep It Goin (Keep It
DJ Khaled, we the best
Who, we nigga
We the best
The Runners, I represent the ghetto across the world
And you represent the hood, two hands in
Ghetto spokes-man
Despite the grim outlook at this point
The rapper has been known to emerge triumphant
In the face of adversity
They call me dope
superhero 'ca mi just a man
sometime mi beenie mi go zagazan
yeah I do my best baby so mi tan
2 days and we leave this put me pressure
I failed again god
don't really see you people
What the fuck I look like
Making you niggas my equal
Two Glocks on me like Resident Evil
Im a badmon looking like Beenie Segel
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto
Stuck in the ghetto been feeling trapped
Tryna find a way
Working that magic with mobiles
Makin music on the rise
Its life or death we gotta find
Backed up
Like I said before, he's my man.
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(She's gonna get ghetto up in
up shop and move rocks on the front step
(You don't know)
How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo
We can't let go, stuck on the block
dey for that talk
Para dey everywhere, my joy na my work
Omo eyes red, man dey live by the clock
Respect ghetto youth, got mi friends inna mi truck
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
the ghetto
The ghetto
Down in Haywood
Where brothers would rob you, heartless brothas dressed in hoods
If I could
Maybe I would
Just for a day of my time
Die
out
Roll up the ski mask to beanie once I'm off the scene
Beanie Sigel, Beenie Man but me I'm more like Billie Jean
Every step I take is lit, no wonder
don't even really like those
I don't really see me with a beenie no more
Mans not hot porque a soul ta cold
Nigga quer beef while I'll bone ya hoe
Better
triple beam
I zone off thinking is there
Really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man
Who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
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