Ghetto Theme Mac Mall (Ft. Eboni Foster)

Talk all that………...............
(He got a gun he got a gun he got a gun!) Jump!

Yeah (Yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you
(Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah (Jealous) I feel you ghetto blast
(1993 shots) That’s right
(First love to the mack)
(Let’s go get ‘em)

Hey livin’ these days ain’t no joke
Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain’t like the old days in ’93 thangs changed
A young brotha might blast ya if he has to
And a punk won’t last a
Second in the place where I’m livin’ at
Cause everybody and they momma’s pack gats
Some pack these tech-9s and might live fine
But a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight
Cause it ain’t nothin’ like suburbia
Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya
It’s kind of sick when you’re watchin’ your partner get killed
Straight pimped off the Earth dyin’ over turf
That the other man owns but us youngsters don’t know this
We killin’ one another just to show who the dopest
While us brothas is cappin’ the “Blue eyed devil’ is laughin”
And my cuddies is dyin’ man I wonder what happened
To the peace and togetherness ‘black fists’ raise in the air
But us youngsters don’t care
So I wonder partner is unity a dream?’
So kick back to my ghetto theme
And it goes like this…
(And it goes like this and it goes like this)