Can't buy you Cadillac, a diamond ring There's no dough in the ghetto A nine to nine, got a barmy life And I broke all the windows, we are the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun Bel Air mannequin's too good for me It walked by as if I was a bum kicking My can across the dirty street to my mansion At the dump we're your minority In the city financial district we ain't blessed I just seen a suit jump off a building I guess the stocks in the market crashed The solid waste here bulks in plenty of thieves And plenty of greed, nothing to eat but a can of beans And I'm stuck with l.S.E. projects road rage Car jacks looting shoulders of the world A no life gang fight parasite, shooting shoulders of the world