Lyrics:
this ghetto out
I'm comin' straight from the cave who let him out
Crazy nigga thought he was gone, but he ain't gone
Even King Kong took his black monkey
putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
(Chorus x3)
Verse 2 (Mystikal)
Nigga tell me what you gone
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
the beat, baby
Stop in the street
(ERR) she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a (ERR) nigga, she crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
‘Least he still poppin’ in
understand that she was looking for a man, ice
Pedal to the metal
Shit gettin' settled
Ridin' through the ghetto
Two more lights till' we get to the spot
of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive
In and outta lanes in that 57 Lincon
I got 1 sip left on my champange bottle
I feel i aint gunna let it waste
Im gunna add real ghetto
Im feel i Take it back like red light yellow
Thats
fuckin' black
('Cause it's like that)
It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!)
Yeah, his ass caught the ankle blues
[Chorus: x2]
Nigga nigga nigga
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
[Featuring Pimp see Silkk The Shocker]
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
Til all this black on black crime stop.
Some
clear
Electrocuting put me in your next chair
Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair
If I die there'll be another me next year
Ghetto Gabr-el, can you
This would never happen if we lived by the sea
Most important decisions in life
Are made between two people in bed
I found that out at my expense
got us under a spell, under a spell..
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Trapped..
In this ghetto prison and I'm always
Strapped..
People are acting crazy and I
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means it's on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the fuck can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
get busy ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
from the Dogg I'm from Long Beach
That's the city where the skinny carry strong heat
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
neither black nor white
It doesn't matter (do the dance, do the dance)
As strong as you might, working day and night (yeah)
Whatever happens (do
new songs
Praying that you've known and grew strong
In the Gray area you zoned
Where the classist and racist see the world as two toned
And I swear
with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow, then
Ease on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers
The bottom line is money
International banksters, gangsters
Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
[Intro: Hell Razah]
60 Second Assas', (black
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
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