I'm From The Ghetto

歌詞

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, All My Ghetto Children, Com'on Even, With no type of money We still, Gotz to make it happen Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin Let em' know where ur from, I'm from the ghetto Even, With no type of money We still, Gotz to make it happen Niggaz front, Then we get to scrappin Let em' know where ur from, I'm from the ghetto Let me come to explain, How life is hardly the same In the hood the baddest kids have the godliest names Spider webs protect a large part of my frame My moms bought me some ganes Now they young god is insane We party and hang, We load the car with them thangs See it startin to vein, And make remarkable change And ya'll know for a fact, My flow is raw as crack I can go on tour in back and front of corner stores and raps Watch the crowd applaud and clap, They can't ignore this cat I'm here to fill a void in rap, Ain't no avoidin that Dream team give life the ????? checks I give ya my all, Nothin less or more than that Com'on chops, Bring the chorus back [Hook x2] I'm from where they pop glocks and spit snubs Grew up next door to chop shops and strip clubs For me life was hell, I was twice as frail Recievin ???? from jail, I was too nice to fill and sit inside a Rikkers cell Brothers fight after 2 nights, Imagine how lifers feel Sittin in a place where minor few survive to tell I give ya my best, But still it aint good enough Never rep the projects, My hood was just as tough I played basketball with, Recovered alkaholics Played baseball with those that sold 8 balls Rap skills or crack skills, Whatever it take y'all Pray to god the company dont see the roach on the wall (roach on the wall) [Hook] I've got 2 of the illest flows, Around today So i can rap either way, Which way yall want Check it, Look, Com'on With all the pain and scrutiny, It's hard to maintain in 2G We ??????????, Police is trained to shoot me Guess life is complicated, Wasn't the type to conversate it Ever since my cousin Fashion in 6, Got incarcerated One love to all my villans down for life In the ghetto you learn to count with dykes And run from jakes on mountain bikes We scared on blown whites, But dont respect the housing types We sit on crates, And watch em slowly as they grabs the light Just as they fear it all They send my peers up north, If the top of the ????? is off Shed tears to get em' off I rep for all my brothers caught in the jam Up north in the can, I know they keep forcin your hand Play your cards right, Ain't no more livin off the land Then it's back to dominos, I whistle at all kinds of hoes If rhymes was clothes, I have ill designer flows Like hilfiger and iceberg, Da ill nigga with trife words [Hook To Fade]