Lyrics:
On the battle field get killed or do the killin
By the way my good luck charm is a bisquit
Ghetto soldier to the ended
[Akon:]
Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
the ghetto
Uh- america
Pretty and ugly
Beautiful, bloody
You love me, america
Get shot witcha buddy by police
Fuck 12 every day in america
Good as the ghetto
people you'll ever meet spread word in the wind
Pretend to be your friend and will do it again
Surrounded by mental slaves, I thank God I was blessed
With
in becoming prisons
By me driving by in multiple choices of benzes that shit make me cringe
You know i'm not any different then the nigga's who live
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
the ghetto?
We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
science boy (Ghetto calls)
The ghetto the ghetto the ghetto
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
tos truggle
Ghetto live showin' me no Love
But givin' me reason put away
Ah' move on somethin
Gotta hold on my bud
Its hard as hell tryin' to stay
the Ghetto yeah
Yes am back now
Be dey baddest in the city Like el chapo
Been flirting and bombing With lambo
No hating we live in the Ghetto
Nigeria zimbabwe
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
Yeah! Ghetto to ghetto (uh)
As we bring the drama live (y'knahmean?)
We bout to set it! (uh) Word life son!
Yeah! Mad flavors (yea) butters
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
why-O's time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In
defines the word "ghetto" as the
Poorest part of any city in
Which a particular group lives, with limited
Opportunity a crowded urban district
Confined by
Nah guh nuh weh
I'm still here holding the faith
By the grace of God man haffi mek some day
Hmmm
Every ghetto yute waan live the star life
Every ghetto
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in prison
Every where there's war
Keep your
ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
Can't explain how I feel growin' up in
to make believe
Childhood dreams, can still come true
So I've been wondering, traveling all around
Guess it ain't my style to live in just one town
Still
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