Lyrics:
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
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
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
nudes wont leakes no neenee
Rub on da lamp I am a geenie
Mami gimmie wild thoughts remind me of riri
All hunnids Mo blues inspried by spike lee
Ya man get
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
Intro
Rawyaad Records usane and asafa run for it Obama go a president for it yes Bounty Killer Beenie Man sing for it ghetto youths go hard to get
you see as they tears man escape
If you got shape escape my sister you get raped
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
defines the word "ghetto" as the
Poorest part of any city in
Which a particular group lives, with limited
Opportunity a crowded urban district
Confined by
you hang?
Or do you slang?
Or wear a chain?
Wear platinum rings?
I still maintain my ghetto siren
Keep my pride
Get in my ride
Twenty-inch rims
got me down foe the the last time[X:3]
Ghetto Bluez has got me down
Try to give a nigga shit
Tight wit the man in the mirror
See clear through my dayz
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
on reppin
In that ghetto gospel section All that devil, keep on testin
Play the Lord, keep on reppin' In that ghetto gospel section
All that devil, keep
rings?
I still maintain my ghetto siren
Keep my pride
Get in my ride
Twenty-inch rims
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around
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
left my shit right there under the bammer
Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for debatin'
Why go straight when you know the man gon' be waitin'?
Dip in
Gaza to Gully
Mek dem drive inna range and stop drive sunny
Beenie Man, wid di docta money
Slap weh di billboard and collect him grammy
Stay pan top ah
Papa did the best a man could do
A child's reality is paid for by his folks
Fancy fairy tales are bought and sold by those
Who can well afford time
man
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
get in my groove
Lay some vocals down
16s 32s
Then I switch modes
Engineer like fumes
I'm trynna get em out the ghetto
I'm trynna get up out the ghetto
/
Vibes….
Everyday one die
Everyday in the ghetto o
Everyday one die a
No gun no gun
Every man go down
Every man go down every night and day
Every
[Intro: Stunna Gambino]
Grew up in the ghetto I was on my own
When I was down bad you ain't call my phone
So if I call you my brother that mean I
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