Ghetto Children

[Aja]

We are the champions, we can't stop

cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down

[Verse 1: Infa.Red]

By any means necessary I'mma hold down tradition

white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description

know what's richer for the drugs in our waist

we dark so they put the flashlight in our face

racial profiling send me straight to the island

hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling

the foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair

it's forbidden so no one goes there

the struggle never stops

still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box

they feed us lies blind our eyes

if your hand the same color as mine's black man rise

[Hook]

To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings

ghetto children this is how we living

all my gangsta soldiers in the prison

don't worry it's a totally new beginning [x2]

[Verse 2: Styles]

My peoples been in the in the cage for criminal ways

for the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage

we had stacks in the back of the building

brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children

now I keep my mind in the movement

time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement

now we gotta plan for the future

and watch for the man

cause they don't cuff you no more they just shoot ya

time for a new beginning revolution is coming

see the bullets out the ruger spinning

and we ain't gon stand down

we gon stand up black man black power

put your black hands up

[Hook]

To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings

ghetto children this is how we living

all my gangsta soldiers in the prison

don't worry it's a totally new beginning [x2]

[Verse 3: Cross]

I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan

now I'm on the block like the strip is a marathon

the hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King gone

tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song

everybody petrified ever since 9/11

the hood was under attack before 9/11

tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons

my worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected

the jails is packed everybody stressed out

gimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers out

so they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill

take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time

[Hook]

To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings

ghetto children this is how we living

all my gangsta soldiers in the prison

don't worry it's a totally new beginning [x2]