Lyrics:
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
Drill music, pop that pill music
Kill music
Desecrating the temples and the ghetto
Funeral processions increase their frequency
Because we can't
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
gonna keep between us, heard what he said
Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow
Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead
a day,
Would you rather ride or stay a puppet?
In the ghetto makin' crumbs, why they makin' scrilla by the bucket,
But fuck it,
To each his own,
But
that I could lend.
And sometimes I get down on my knees
And I wonder if He sees.
New York City is where I'm from.
Down there in the ghetto, where
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto
'Cause you know gettin' caught out the ghetto
Is a motherfuckin' no-no
'Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr.
leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
I'm telling the story as it is
Never easy to find someone who care grap a day off to Melissa's ward up in the ghettos regardless of the stress that
pray We nah believe nah, no satan noooo Jah jah we pray, jah jah almighty we pray We nah believe no politician, corrupted by babylone Jah jah we pray,
or choose
how ever it go we ain't finna lose
ima just rock my LIL fellow I keep heavy metal
I pop it like Inner-tube
You know we stuck in the ghetto bitch
In the ghetto, where I broke the sac
Wasn't raised in the cul-de-sac
Matter fact
I'ma a product of these ghetto streets
Y'all don't want no part
czuję życia które jest za proste
Tak mam problem
Ale wiem ile mogę zyskać
Lubię poczuć wielkość by zaraz być jak w kingsizie
To sztuka by nie szukać
The Feds call my 'hood a Payday
Cuz it's packed with nuts
Ghetto rich money stashed
In the mansions bruh
I got them kis
Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh
toenails G
How I fed you, when you was hungry
Helped you with a lil bus money
Took you out the ghetto
You ungrateful lil bummy
These niggas just salty
Salty
not being damn dojers
And as a sin indulger not being trumped by the POTUS
Whip range rovers from Brooklyn to both Dakotas
I never been a cobra
This is my story
My ghetto story
About a young boy who had a dream but, he didn't do it
He didn't pursue it because he got fucked over by these
to kill me
My best friend, could be my worst enemy, this game is deadly
This ghetto might murder me, or lock me up
Twenty-five to life, throw the key
Perpetually portrayed through the Times Square neon
They never show the soul of ghetto blocks we be on
The hustle for the dough, however you get your
by the ounces
I was really smoking out the pound like a scoundrel
Bitches choking on my dick nuts she had a mouthful
Do everything by code you gotta
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