Lyrics:
(GhettoPunK!, GhettoPunk!)
Bitch I'm really raised out Dorchester, I'm really from the bean (Really from, really from!)
I moved down to the southside, nigga
did get rid ah' all excesses
Alwayz stay true to my truez
I can do this
Gotta shake theze problemz
Get away from theze ghetto bluez
Ghetto Bluez has
clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I'm
of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings
[Violent J]
Heard
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
of those times.
Give a prayer tonight for the farmer.
Give a word of thanks for their labor.
Standing by the auction man.
Taking bids on her land.
Grandma
patience, opening hearts wide.
Gathered around the table, breaking bread side by side,
In your holy nights, our hopes and prayers collide.
on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with
from way back in the day, coming up out the ghetto was a hell of a struggle
From selling the fiends llello
But it was my dream to kick flows and put my
I've read your November, tortured by saboteurs
Ended from wounds and buried underground
Seconds of frightened wouldn't be forgotten
Happiness was
Hahaha uh oh
Brisco the new Cash Money
Believe that! Hahaha
Ugh (yeah, yeah)
I'm from the cocaine era
Packs in my stroller
Two beepers and a flip,
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
flourish, I'm on my way to my yacht
I put a six on the dock like Julius Erving
Damn, I know my nigga's sisters is hurtin', he caught a new case
But got
Puerto Rico is where she come from
She asked me do I love her that recorded song
By si si si si bunoes bonita.
You wanna ever be mine stay on hip
It's a new day, ya know what I'm sayin'?
A new day brings a new problem to a brother
And all I gots ta say is thank god for my mother
Cause
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
2 Ghetto
intro
Ah grand ma use to make Alcohol and that's how we get our meals
Some times she get beaten by the police and put in jail
Warchild
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
gone
But I say some prayers above the engine
I bless everything there is to bless
Run out of gas in the middle of nowhere anyway
Stand there by
homie
I tell my lil brother I tell him keep chasing the bag
Keep chasing the rack from genesis nobody got your back
Tell it to the ghetto kids I say
disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness
I need a crib too spacious
In a nice neighborhood where I got no neighbors
By the sea side so when the wind blow to my face I gotta taste true nature
he gone make you stand
Your not alone he's by your side he heard your cry
He's standing near to wipe the tears from your eyes
It's just the devils lies
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