Lyrics:
and the ghetto queen comin' up the main
Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane
Sky high we fly when we roll by
On the down low, doin' my thang man
[Chorus]
it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
Leanin' dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block
Behind
Heights of great men reach and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
Gee while their companions slept
Very ackwardtile in through the night
very routine
Them say them never seen mi gyal
Mi Beenie Man Twice
Fornication bad it ah sin cyaan hype
Jah Jah know mi love dem pretty gyal dem type
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
product
I put you on, my man's man
Got a credit card scam
Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam
Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
Now I'm
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
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
[Intro: KAM]
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton
[Buckshot Shorty]
Anything can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
Let my
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business
There's the exit punk,
or a blood line
For those who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business
Whiskey bottle by his hand
Women run off with another man
Man lies dying in the hall
Nobody gives a damn at all
In the ghetto
The ghetto of love
a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'cause now I see the chair rockin, but ain't nobody in it
what the ghetto did to me (uh)(yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
There was no peace in sight (nope)
It was sleepless night (yup)
Hustling yay
good so you can neva kick it wimme
You can never kick it
You ain't fuckin wimme nigga, you can never unzip it
Haha
My mans has you beat by a landslide
force
No more chiney couldn't come in lock di coast
Foreigner ah buy, a just di weed dat fi smoke
Stop extradite, stop dat by tonight
Slavery use di
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
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