Lyrics:
gotta tell you something)
Girl you need to be in magazines
With a crown on your head 'cause you's a ghetto queen
Like bling, bling, bling (uh, come on,
a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
to a vegetable
Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle
Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival
Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival
Nothing
fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin'
hollow
They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tomorrow
So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
Dat's how it is with dis
up thru struggles
Pain is temporary
Like the government
Treat your green card
And I hope we can all really cope Thrown up in the ghetto
Drugs guns
to meet you,
Got these niggas down bad they been thirstin' by the liter, lil bitch
Jasscole wavin' when I pass hoes
Keep the 40 tucked in the back like
the field
Five hundred racks sittin' in my Urus
Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
Superhero Baby savin' the ghetto
If I'm not the man, I'm the man
on losing my grip
But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
a head rollin down the street
Now I think about it was a full man when leavin out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin up the stairs
I
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
it in, one-twenty a gram
Now that have yo' smokers, and yo' fiends
Leanin' like a kick-stand
I send my brother for ya mother, man
For them blocks
I'm by myself up on this corner
Got to stay high
Will I survive in the city where
They let the birds fly?
If they bury me, bury me where the key nigga
alone if it's on then it's on
Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam
It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand
I'm
[Stone]
Hot Boys vacating the pop
Talk can back shit up
The Feds call my 'hood a Payday
'cause it's packed with nuts
Ghetto rich money stashed
In
mount a title weh mi name in
Mount a riffle weh me aiming, from me shoot me mek it count (ayy)
Dem say me changing, who did deh when it raining?
Man
fuck, I told y'all
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit
I got my
sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want
All by my lonesome / one man show I am so fuckin awesome / all by my lonesome / one man show I am so fuckin awesome / solo flo by my lonesome / one
to the grave, I'ma put in work
Yeah, uh-huh
All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome
Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds
When
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
veins)
(I'm going different places)
(There's something in the way)
Feel out of place in my aggression man so it seems
My eyes is stuck to the ceiling like
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
Huh, here I go y'all
OK what is in is what is being said in the back ground,
Some of the words I DON'T know and if you do please tell me
Let's get
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