Deliver

Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun

All in the ears of the ghetto young

Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons

Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun

I always wondered where the ghetto from

Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come

But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung

But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won

That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done

They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none

We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run

We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb

These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum

And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums

And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems

Get ghetto sums

That's why

The pizza man don't come here no more

Too much dope

Too many niggas on the porch

So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)

Pizza man don't come here no more

Too many niggas on the block

Too many niggas gettin shot

So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)

The pizza man don't come here no more

Too many niggas gettin robbed

Niggas don't wanna starve but

"Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"

The pizza man don't come here no more

Deliver, deliver, deliver

Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day

Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway

Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way

Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed

The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate

And a place where ethnicity determines your placement

A place that defines your station

Remind you niggas your place is the basement

White people in the attic

Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts

White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic

All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?

Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV

So don't say its politics when you see me

When you gon' apologize for your CD

Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD

Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again

Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz

Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic

So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends

You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter

Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin

That's a deep dish

Chicago style get the peace stick

Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch

Pay into the plate then I put it in your face

I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with

No Giordano or Di Giorno

Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro

Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle