Ghetto Lyfe

Now as I walk the hallways

And I spark the Marley

Stop at the park

Catch a game and ball in parley

I beg ya pardon

Yeah I b sparkin

Run to the store an get some

Philly cartons plus that

Remy martin

Jus to post the block

With peppahs to close 2 hot

They boutta to open shop

Its molten hot, crack the hydren

In the streets cats b violent

With supa soakers filled wit freezin aqua

Bustin knockas,dodgin coppers

Birds they run in flockers

Hide ya locker, aviod dem choppas

Doe off in ya sockers

Ridin relentless cause its nothin poppa

My grounds is proppa

Apartment kids they laugh at monsters

No bed bugs, jus med drugs

And dead thugs,that got they head bust

Fa tryin to bread crust, exuses fa dat because the police

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They let us, get the cheddar

Til they got hot an fed up

Den they send boys with billy clubs

To come and swell r heads up

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The ghetto

The ghetto life

The only life I see

The ghetto life

The ghetto life

The only life for me

All though its packed with thugs

They got gats and slugs

Be on the tracks with drugs

I still back the love

So what , its smoke infested

Most of my folks arrested

Some houses roach infested

Dont think the pope could bless it

Verse 2:

It be them same bricks

Where hot peppahs

They hang thick

And Og's game spit

And tell u neva eva name spit

And peeps that sell dope

His momma says he aint shit

To blow and get some doe

Fools is so anxious

Fiens takin crank hits

Mixed in them dank spliffs

It make they brains flip

It make they brain switch

And boss's thang flip

And take them spain trips

And import them thangs quick

All through the main ships

Pizza man he stay piz

We always take his

Ice cream man dont stop

On most blocks

It so hot

Wit mo cops

Then corn crops

Thug babies is born pac

Bedrooms like porn shops

And mama warn pops

Not to come around

If so his arm shot

Whole family be on rocks

Crazy and its non-bbstop

Everywhere u go its far from settle

But hey, you learn to deal with that growin up in the ghetto

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Verse 3:

It be them worldwide hoods

Where moms and grandmoms raise you good

Gave u everything they could

You still dont understood

Them down south peeps

That make sure there was somthing ta eat

That house that cook chicken every day of the week

Them neighboors that work hard labor every day on their feet

Them hoods where kids see cars and still stay in the street

Them tempeture thugs that stay with the heat

And u know them street thugs

They stay with them teef

Them gold ones

They sit back chit chat and roll one

Post infront of the store intill the 5-0 come.

And when they come they still dont run

They yell whateva to whateva

Them assholes talk and say

Turn their backs and just walk away

And spark they hay

Hey what can I say

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