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the ladies bouncin in the club put your hands up
[Beenie Man]
Bounce up your body turn it around
Mr. Houston up in your town
Girl bounce around girl bounce
Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
They say I'm a ghetto man, they call me a ghetto bastard
They say I'm a dope dealer, they say I'm a money snatcher
They call me a ghetto thug, I'm
from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her titties ain't fake
Fucking in the car cause we just can't wait to get home
Early in
venders beenie man a sey is your time again
Life is one big road, with a lot of sign
Youthman growing up pon di border line
Better yu live in love
I can't see it

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
If you ever lived in a ghetto
And maybe at the close of your day
On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
From the neighborhood cafe
which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown
which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown
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
there's a world out there that I wanna see
There's a man that I'm destined to be
I won't be stopped by the ghetto streets
I believe inside that I can't be
comprehend 
We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend 
We multiply by ten 
Selassie fly the gate 
I trample all my enemies cause man a hold
a one hear name
One mil, two mil, three mil, four
Did my last tour and make three mil more
Beenie Man shopping in designer stores
House on the hill
If you ever live in a ghetto
Maybe at the close of your day
On your front porch you'll hear the sound of a jukebox
From a neighbourhood cafe
by a morning

'Cause we will murder dem-Murder dem in a competition
An' we will murder dem - Murder dem in a Ram-Jam Session
Murdering all de DJ
by 
Beenie, stay by mi side when nothing nah 
Gwaan, but now mi turn big super star no 
Bother think mi a go run left mi fat gal dawn 
All
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?
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
out put up resistance when Ninja mek him bomb
Seet yah know di war go get warm, yallo

Kill who? Yuh mad mon? Beenie Man nuh badman
All who bad out war
Marquis
To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like
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
panicking 
While I'm rocking it 
Beenie Man locking it
You bitchin like a bitch 
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it 
Hustler stockin' it
Down the world is

This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto
Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal
Jackets like design, so that
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods

Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
a second wind
Then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even