Still In The Ghetto
I guess it gotta give them
Headaches over head then your beat breaks
Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II
Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be
easy baby
You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York
Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk
Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border
Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive
'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots
Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
(chorus)
Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the
ghetto)
Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
One of five when the bullet fly live
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard
Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers
When all we really got is one another
A brother could feed me but if it needs me
If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered
Say what I know, see what I saw
Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door
Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
Kid, I get loose like a ferret
Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto
Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigoes
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves
Get it, got it, good
Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood
Chorus
Now if its checkers, chess, or song survivors