Lyrics:
its all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside, every wrong done
Will be alright, nothin' but peace, love n street passion
Every ghetto needs
An we doh take failure
Every ghetto yute
Must reach
Every ghetto yute wa buy house and land pon
beach
Every ghetto yute wa live dem dream
Cudda from
Song Title : Ghetto Dreams
Artist name : Tval Conga
Written and produced by Tval Conga
/ Intro
day na hustling hustling hustling
No sleeping no sleeping no sleeping
Every night na hustling hustling hustling
Call me chairman call me chairman
Call
to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing
...
NBG-
Mmm...high
Everything na by grace
Shey na by grace
C-SWAG (vtm) Na by grace oh...
Ah vtm say..
Man wey know today for ghetto
Fit
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
qualifies to be my own
My black diamond out of snow
No matter what dem ago do
Odo yewu wo nkoaa na mi do woow
My girl
From the ghetto where we're born
uh yeah uh
Fuck suicide let these gangsters take my life
Fuck, do or die I do this shit for a Кайф, uh
Almost stabbed by a kid with a knife (fuck)
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
from the truth
Oh yes
To war with who me dwell
To I man that is hell
Can't live so fi Ghetto Youths
To see love amongst my friends to Sizzla
alright (I wanna go)
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse Two: Nas]
A place
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
of my homies either dead or jail (gone)
Don't fuck with phonies cause they get you killed (ah ah)
My testimony's every bitter real (thats right)
don't
you're earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Then get a new bitch and
Forget the one you with
She said she could do bad
All by her damn self
wanna go, I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not
wanna go, I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not
Had the will to fight
the world gets colder
Every ghetto child and every ghetto girl
All of them need a superhero in the world
Every ghetto child
in the ghetto
To the cats who sold drugs through the girls that won't love
And most importantly the lessons taught by a thug
For every fatherless
every suburb, every city, every ghetto
To every single girl that is living, every fellow
No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb
Know there's
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