Struggle Ghostface Killah

[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I was born and raised in New York City
The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jays and the Biggies
Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high-tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke
Behind the building niggas on post
What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling
These motherfuckers got my name and my face
Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children, that ain't right
I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life
And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'mma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch
No lie, word to my momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86?
Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark
I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts
I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades
You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu
The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder
Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles
Fuck it..