Lyrics:
know bad man killers in the ghetto
Why do you ask alll my people from amato
That's sound of the ghetto like
Ghetto chicks and ghetto lifestyle
In
a
Ghetto ghetto ghetto Lover
cyagala wa ghetto ghetto ghetto lover
Sayyy nze
She say she wants a ghetto man
Every minute so true
Kuba tasiba kiwan
Tell
panicking
While I'm rocking it
Beenie Man locking it
You bitchin like a bitch
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it
Hustler stockin' it
I'm a ghetto soldier, (gun man sing hooOooo)
I'm a ghetto soldIER, (cowboy sing hoooOooo)
Yes a ghetto soldier, (bad man sing hoooOooo)
Got an S on my
hands down (man now)
I'm the man, now
Uh
Killer friends, dope dealers concealing sins
Sin and swim in my trunk like jumps deeper ends
We the gems,
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, I'm a lil
Take it back from the ghetto Take it back from the ghetto
Word up Minotaur,
yoh Introducing my man Aroma the sweet flavor
yeah my man Chizzy Mic and this
soldier, (dont man say nooOoo)
Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo)
yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo)
Got an S on my chest hahaha
I ain't talking Pablo
I might not be here if it
Wasn't for Stormin and man know
Ghetto (Ghetto) day by day in the ghetto
Back in the day I had
Ghetto gospel, New Testament
It's Kenny Allstar
The voice of the streets
And when I speak the streets listen
If you know about your street shit
by
Beenie, stay by mi side when nothing nah
Gwaan, but now mi turn big super star no
Bother think mi a go run left mi fat gal dawn
All
by a morning
'Cause we will murder dem-Murder dem in a competition
An' we will murder dem - Murder dem in a Ram-Jam Session
Murdering all de DJ
wasn't for Stormin and man know
Ghetto
Day by day in the ghetto
Back in the day I had a friend called Stormin
And that's who named me Ghetto
gal dem man
Heavy D, Pete Rock and Beenie Man
Three a we together come fi rule di station
Well after all
Siddung in mi yard I get this big phone call
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
the ghetto
We dey play do many shows
Shadawt to the elorm beenie
And the giggers on the road
Squad
So who be the bald man
Everyone here suppose to chop
Says by
See I grew up in the ghetto Momma used to shop at Netto
Used to get embarrassed when I seen them bags were yellow
Rough neck cuts would get touched
man a arm strong
But wait yuh arm green
Yuh haffi carry yuh family pon di scene
Brand new yuh see what I mean
World dance a done by di kings
dem close by
It is a yaad man ting and wi fearless (oh nah na nahh)
So pon di version
A lyrics mi spit upon di version
A king Beenie-man mi a di
es Stiche wie Tattoos
Im Ghetto ist alles nicht so leicht wie du denkst
Nein, wo sieht man im Ghetto Reiche im Benz?
Wieso wird hier im Ghetto
out put up resistance when Ninja mek him bomb
Seet yah know di war go get warm, yallo
Kill who? Yuh mad mon? Beenie Man nuh badman
All who bad out war
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto (yeah, yeah)
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
(no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
(to have
comprehend
We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend
We multiply by ten
Selassie fly the gate
I trample all my enemies cause man a hold
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