Lyrics:
got da drip ain talkin bout a drizzle
I told em a story better yet a riddle
Ghetto lil bitch I let her suck the pickle
100 racks stuffed in the lambo
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
STORY-LINE
STORY-LINE
I McDE cN IMcGE WORTH OF TIME
GOT IT OFF FROM THE MUSCLE
(HcD TO PULL WEIGHT FROM THE STRUGGLES)
(YOU CcN SEE THE TEcRS IN
that I was raised on,
livin' on
I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love for the streets
My neighborhoods thugs
jendi
Wanzilamu kimu ndeka ghetto boy
Nafuma better guys bampako ne ku ride
Laba gwe wayitanga mr poor guy
Yafunamu kansente kati yavuga pure ride
the party out, c'mon, oh, oh)
Yo, mad love for the culture
Since the days of Adidas and hip hop posters (c'mon)
Now I host with Mos and just to boast
the party out, c'mon, oh, oh)
Yo, mad love for the culture
Since the days of Adidas and hip hop posters (c'mon)
Now I host with Mos and just to boast
society divided by nothing but money, hello
I know, you know
It's like we livin' in hell in the ghetto
I know, you know
Babies is dying in the ghetto
a story to tell
My adversary's get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop
hey yo every time hear some real hip hop man I start
thinking... yo I"m still in love man ...listen
I'm in booth like prison
lid like lift
if
Things have not been so hard
Life in the ghetto
Life in the smelling trash
Life that can not be made mention of
It can not be beat by mouth
We are
not been so hard
Life in the ghetto
Life in the smelling trash
Life that can not be made mention of
It can not be beat by mouth
We are smelling
lay the shmack down on yo rudy poo (On yo head)
Bitch you see my diamonds boogying like disco stu (Bowe)
I got a better bitch a water bitch a ghetto
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
a story to tell
My adversary's get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop
to
The ladies and ghetto
Men
cn
csk me why
Ghetto love is the law that we live by
The Ghetto,
The G Code
The Ghetto,
The G Code
Verse 2
Rap music
The hood
as tight as a jar
But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told
Tomorrow might be the same episode
Chorus...
Once upon a time n' the ghetto
time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
nines
On a sucka
'Cause I was a broke mothafucka
Till I got with the Rydas, started sportin' black
trucks...
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here
fightin', yeah, yeah
To all my ghetto queens survivin' by all means
There's a rock and a hard place you somewhere in between
Keep fightin', uh baby girl
mu na me'n do wo kakraa wo si daabi
Uhh Fa wo hu na me na wo ntwa mfoni di selfie
Oh yeah the way yo do way you do me way you do me yeh
Ne'a wo ye me
work.
It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze),
All you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig,
Bring yo' Bebe
yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig,
bring yo' Bebe kids 'cause the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in
approximately five minutes.
Chorus
[Intro: Redman]
Gilla House niggas
Check it out
('Cause I like it!)
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey)
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