Lyrics:
[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me
ghetto swing,
'Cause this is what I do at the playground; ya know what I'm sayin'?
Aw yeah, A-B-C's gonna sing! Added to this missle...
Fusion hip hop
ahead, I'm just gonna sit back
And listen to this ghetto swing
'cause this is what I do, at the playground
Ya' know what I'm sayin'
Aww yeah, ABC's
the dirt
Ain't no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond, california
Niggaz livin for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty
The ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids
[Chorus x2]
Started in this game at the age of thirteen
Getting paid making money serving crack
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
to die
Or live like ghetto zombies
In the house of the Lord
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot
Dangerous slums woods lost ?hoods burnt spots we live in
Killing fields death fills
Concrete
thirty-four PhD’s
Honorary, they are called
Because I defied the rules i’m a dropout
Not by choice, but by fate’s sense of humor
By nature’s design i’m dyslexic
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
navigate
Through this hate retaliate it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto
I suffered a injury the day i trusted you
My blood on the concrete i encountered in the street
A life and death ghetto society
I almost died but god
10 years in the ghetto where I never had a white friend
Dominicans and Puerto Rican's was the only light skin
It's crazy, colors shouldn't matter
Pieces, Ghetto Life Yea Homie Raised Hard. Time Will Tell If I Would Ever Love Again, Corrupted By Sins. The World Of A Ghetto Soldier, Wit No Father My
came it set our streets alight
We were victims of a two tier system by autumn's end we had lost many a teenage life
A succession of sodium lights
Ghetto youth, keep your head up and keep walking, Cause you are a soilder by heart,
Keeping trodding
Keep your head up and keep marching, Cause you
brick road,we hear the shots echo
sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
in my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
but that was love from the family
and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get ya
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