The Ghetto

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Freddie Gibbs

Fredrick Tipton (born June 14, 1982), better known by his stage names Freddie Gibbs and Gangsta Gibbs, is an American rapper from Gary, Indiana. Active since 2003, he is also a member of the hip hop group, Str8 Slammin' Click. more »

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I used to let my
Close partner keep his chopper up
In my school locker
Young and naive when I wasn't
Actin' a fool I was
Playin' with emotions or playin' ball
Used to sell bud at the village
Knew a lotta killers since they was small
East 17th, Virginia St invented me
Constructed the kid into a crook
Look up my history i looked up to the niggas
With Lexuses and Infinitis
Corrupted in correctional facilities
Cause me I'm from the
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto
And to make it out where I'm from
Yes you gotta do something special
Especially when we stressed in
These economic conditions
Traditionally causing us to cook a
Rock in the kitchen get it flippin'
Get it jukin' and jumpin'
Like Earl Manigault
But you die today you put
Money before your family though
I'm east side GI, like Charlie Caddystone
Embassy Liquors pay attention
They out to getcha in the

Ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto
I'm from the ghetto, the ghetto
The ghetto ghetto
Where the laws that caught niggas
Our own default with us
Everyday we gotta pray to the
Lord to walk with us in the ghetto

Cans of spam, hand to hand
No deals made, dolla for dolla, gram for gram
Follow me and see just how
Much a man can stand
Before we go off the deep end
Come in your crib and creep in
Help us get home invaded
The hustlas they gon' get raided
Eventually, but for now they
Stay thuggin' and motivated
Misguided miseducated we barely be graduated
And our lack of skills lead
To some daily infatuations
In the ghetto, the barrio, the hood
The slums government funds fill my city up
With drugs and guns
And I can't go for being broke so
I'm a go on the run
Momma can't stand the way I live but
Can't give up on her son
Even though I know she hear about
My habit's through the grape vine
Stealin' the car on Sunday
To hit the state line
Gettin' drunk and twisted off liquor
All through the daytime
Handshakes and gang signs
Don't play with mine

Granny I really miss you while
I'm on the road
Them Sunday dinners was more than
Just food for the soul don't be no fool
Cause there's plenty fools walking the globe
Convicted felons equippin' tools
All in my shows
Chose another road they wanna
Die in these streets
They look at me in disbelief
When I rhyme about peace
I had people shot at to see
Me just to see me deceased
My policy is f*ck police till
All my niggas released speak!
The way I'm feelin' my
Anthem for ghetto children
Fill my daily appetite for
Destruction I want rebuildin'
Rest in peace to Lil' Ebony
Richardson lord we livin' crazy
It's hard to cope when these
Cowards is killin' babies
The ghetto ain't just a
Place it's a mentality
Most of us carry with
Us constantly causing casualties
Stealin' and dealin' is how I
Deal with my reality
Sirens and gunfirin' never rattled me
I gotta be from

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