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In Tha Ghetto [CD/12"] (Infinity tha Ghetto Child) · Ghetto 2 Tha Barrio (Baby Beesh) · In tha Ghetto (Bronz N Blak) · Tha Ghetto Star (Mr. Scorpio) · From tha Roota to tha Toota [Clean] (Field Mob) · Tha Lay to tha Dow (West TN Looney Mob) · From tha Roota to tha Toota (Field Mob) · The Best of tha Heart of tha Streetz, Vols. 1-2 (B.G.) · Tha Requiem: Songs for Tha Dead (Mr. Lil One) · Tha Last of Tha Goons (Big Serg) – and 90 other albums »


[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still livin', still robbin' niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in
show
They don't understand
Cause if I don't die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, I'ma be tha man(damn)
And I be quick to hop in
Some gangsta shit(like
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
Born 2 B.R.E.E.D.
Young mother be thankful, be strong
The fact that you're young, it ain't wrong
A mother I will try to be
Tha fact is, I was born 2
the grave and the other in the gutter
Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga
Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas
Tellin' my
the these on the benzo pancake by the gate moms
Lookin' straight with her house she got great loungin' in her new home
That's about to state I'll be your
the these on the benzo pancake by the gate moms
Lookin' straight with her house she got great loungin' in her new home
That's about to state I'll be your
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
folks town,
And fo, I forget to say you should have been fixture streets by MLK,
I ain't talkin' about the dope,
In talking about the raggedy road,
the these on the benzo pancake by the gate moms
Lookin' straight with her house she got great loungin' in her new home
That's about to state I'll be your
dirty dishes
But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself
I be drinkin' by myself,
niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
And once again
And niggas laugh til' tha first mothafucka got blasted. 
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts
was broker than a vase, living like a pauper
Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker
Native New Yorker, born in Brook'lawn
Grew up in Jersey where
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
shit 
Yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine, fuck that block shit
You can't manage them thangs 
The robber takin and born in the range 
Battle
And niggas laugh til' tha first mothafucka got blasted. 
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts
shit 
Yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine, fuck that block shit
You can't manage them thangs 
The robber takin and born in the range 
Battle