Money in the Ghetto

In the ghetto You think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty on carpet Sit in a bucket hopin' you can start it And ride around to the liquor store Can't get a job get drunk some more You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes Cause in the ghetto there's a good life We ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens Bought by the dope fiends Smokin', and what about the brother wit the good jobs Save money and workin' hard Bought a house for his wife and kids Ya only got one life to live I know a brother that got some cocaine Ya know his face but don't know his name Ya know he got the sack man And he's sittin' on a phat bank Sellin' cars at his house in the driveway Being so clean don't roll it just fly away Cause folks got money in the ghetto Yea you know [Chorus] Hey hey hey What cha got to say (It's money in the ghetto) Hollywood Havin' money in the ghetto Money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new It's been like that way before you Was even born get up from the down stroke Chocolate City for the black folks Say it loud in ya hot pants Man child in the promise land I take ya back to iceberg's land And all the players that came before him If you a everyday hustler, get cha money Cause what they do to black man ain't funny All the time tryin' to put us the pen You get parole and then they send ya again All the homies in the hood gettin' paid You might have left but the money stayed In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs Gettin' paid doin' all kinds of stuff Only rule on the street is don't get caught Unless ya hustle ain't breakin' the law And even though rich folks got it good We're sittin' on it phat in the hood I'm ridin' them gold ones Smokin' dank and it's potent Ask them fools cause they know It's money in the ghetto [Chorus] I got money baby just tell me the price Cause Short Dawg ain't nothin' nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo get an ounce a dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin' And if I bust a Ben Frank get some Andrew Jackson's Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill You know the math lets make deal On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front Ya find the face of George Washington Make money baby that's all I do That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two Abraham Lincoln got shot and died Freed the slaves so they put him on the five And how much in my old time friend They put his face on the front of the ten They are the dead presidents From the hood and they represent The american dream for the average minority Make some money get some weed and a forty I'm on the east side livin' like a king Kick back watch a fifty inch screens Bounce to the west and hit studio And spend my money in the ghetto [Chorus]