Child of the Ghetto

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Cam'ron

Cameron Giles (born February 4, 1976), better known by his stage name Cam'ron or "Killa Cam", is a Grammy-nominated American rapper. He is the founder of the hip-hop group The Diplomats (also known as Dipset), and also of The U.N. (Us Now) group. more »

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2007

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Let's do the Eastside one time 
Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99 
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver 
Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem 

Verse 1: 
I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud 
I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up 
Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down 
Whole clip, blow pounds 
Silencers steady, that's no sound 
Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round 
Here we go now, I'm the owner 
You're the pitcher, this block is your mound 
Buildin' a beast so villians can eat 
I reside on the west, chilled on the east 
If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip 
I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects 
Scored 35 then I wait for a profit 
Talk, pull the .9, then I spray up an object 
Homie, don't confuse me, pardon mine 
I'm the Harlem World Karlton Hines 
Get it right nigga 

Hook: 
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me 
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me 
Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree 
Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me 
A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me 
I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me 

Verse 2: 
I don't really buy jewelry, I take 'em 
I don't listen to artists dog, I break 'em 
I don't really look at movies, I make 'em 
I'm filet megnione, you a steak 'em 
Any beef, I'ma open it probably 
I got some dudes hopin' ya try me 
I got hoes, sell coke in the lobby 
I'm rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby 
Beefin' with Cam be heat did they hand me 
I be in the Lamby, you wit' your family 
Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit 
Your roller bladin', circus, and picnics 
The underworld, the circuit I live in 
You keep your biscuit, we'll work her with chickens 
That's the rules that were laid to me 
Why you think they call me KFC 
You don't know me homie 

Hook 

Verse 3: 
'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out 
Grant's tomb brought out of Laguardia house 
Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse 
Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies 
They come to heroin, the biggest of Dons 
Since Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes 
Snitched, triggers and bombs hit the alarm 
I would kick in the door, click on ya moms 
I fell to the arms, in jail we roasted 
The bail was there, bail got posted 
Like, in Boston at 1 point boo 
The bail it was 1 point 2 
Get the money nigga 

Hook

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