Lyrics:
for bust of the collection
The my God dem baddo
Dey nuh wan geeky to Manjavo
My God, oh, 'cause if a ghetto man ah get work
My brother nuh how in good
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de bling in mi watch
And a Mini mek
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
to have rules, not lulus,
Never have I seen a man run that fast,
I'm surprised that he never done a poo poo (fart noise),
Oi donut, dickhead beenie man's
Load the Tec-9 and let's roll
Couple niggas on the road
When ghetto birds startin to fly by
It's the right time to hit the accelerator
(whaaat) but I see
nickname afta dat is money
Let mi give dem di whole story, yeah, ya, ya
As a juvenile in di ghetto were growin' up
Their big guns wanted boy have
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[Master P]
Life in the ghetto is serious, mysterious it may seem
Peep out the window I see nothin' but dope
like you
[Chorus:]
[Babyface]
Yo' get her love and much respect
Even if she's got man
Ghetto, player you must understand
That's you baby's momma
you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap
They ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib
With the mac on me
Man since her cousin in
ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell
Young man walking by
Looking like he caught the plague
Lil George didn't understand
Why he looked that way
Antenna of the Honda
He had broken away
Now lil
even got the leverage
Pullin' out guns huh, never even usin' 'em
Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin' 'em
This goes out for my ghetto's in
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de bling in mi watch
And a Mini mek
box we a give to badmind
Caw we a bellyas
Fling it like a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man
A Dat mi alias
Badmind
man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a Santa Claus
Infamous on the beat
Ta da da da
Da da da
Da da da da
Look
I was born in the ghetto
I was bred in the ghetto
I'm chasing bread In the ghetto
I've
are you gone
gone and gone
sell your soul but when you wake up
In wake up wake up
you'll receive a bag of scorn
Ghetto
you are caught in a ghetto
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
together
Man we made it out the ghetto
A nigga had to hustle
I could never settle
I would never settle
Yea we made it out the ghetto
A nigga had to hustle
I
on fire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
Running from the sun by day it's become quite obvious
To the people surrounding me I'm the wildest
folks know you serious
You ain goin fa nun
Hard nights in ghetto
It'll turn from ah boy into ah man
It's gone teach you the struggle
And finesse and play
?
And the cops got a problem with me, who knows why?
Prolly cause I got a couple tagged cars in my driveway
I keep it ghetto like the whitest of trash
Sellin' food
be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(uh, yeah yeah)
There was no peace in sight
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