Lyrics:
had a friend called Stormin
And that's who named me Ghetto
Ghetto (Ghetto)
Day by day in the ghetto
Back in the day I had a friend called Stormin
dope by the ki's, bundles, and pounds
Crown niggas in the way of progress
Mobbstress with intelect above the rest
Of the nanny goes wanna be sex symbols
outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm
this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
bitch, what hoe
Bitch, you told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his balls turned blue
and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them, by night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
Plus a Norwegian, look like
you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do'
I dig deep like
this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
As conditions diminish in the ghettos of Ukraine
One percent thrive
Ninety nine cry
Sentencing them to a life of calamity
Starving kids die
World leaders lie
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall
They wanted me to change, ain't think this shit come with distance
Experience and repititon, I always stay on my pivot
I ride and smoke with my
know some bitches who’s scared
I got some shooters around me
And they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you niggas
Look at and flinch ghetto nigga
making a mill'
Got up, with Erick Sermon, dropped "you gots 2 chill"
Then niggas bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
Giving fake love, with fake
If you were raised by the streets, make it your time to shine
Just trying to survive everyday is like a 9-5
Growing up in a household, the streets
The inner city life controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
(Repeat last line 4x)
[Verse 2:]
Peace see God you held me down like a weapon
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I'm talking big money, boats
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
raw
Me I'm so ghetto, I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law, this style ya never saw
I give 'em just a little then watch 'em fiend for more
Yeah, they want
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
be fiancée, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
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