[Intro: Madd Rapper, Raekwon, Carl Thomas]
– Hahaha, word up?
– You know you like a Donald Goines, nigga. That's off top
I got bills and shit to pay
And another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto
– That's right, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, tell the, tell the young boys out there, man
– Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form
Spend a dollar on some wine
Hand my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto
– Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger
– Dreamin' all of this riches, dreamin' all of this bitches
See me cruisin' down the lane
Doin' two miles per hour, baby, I'm ghetto
– Y'all wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every three seconds
– We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'
I'm not ashamed of my Fam
I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto
– I tell the story for the young black youths out there
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, it started out in East New York, where I grew up
Knew how to walk, favorite carry weapon was a fork
Older folks smoked out, straglers
Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar, starvin' for mine
Bust three at ya, dad fucked up consecutively
Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy
Moms dropped him on the spot, smacked me in the knot
Only he gave you was your name and these blocks
That's ya Pops, still, thats me still, keep it real
If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal
We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out
Three days away from home he stoned out (Stoned out)
Coke on the table, pressin' redial
Son, I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul (Yo, why you doin' that?)
But gettin' big, half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh, shit, got this bitch seeded, cop pleaded
What to do? knock your self off, God succeeded
And the most scariest part? Better have heart
Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart
Make a brick and get barred, shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard
Alcoholic vultures with toasters, sheep skins on
Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit
Smoke a bag of wet and set it, the block we deaded
Society wrong, we too black and too strong to prolong
Got my woman with a gun in her thong
It's kinda wild how we livin', the Devil fall has arisen
We travel from here to prison
A presidency shelter for my elders
That's real, cause we need them and they need us
That's wealth for ya, leavin' on this moment
Meditate, four in the Mornin', nigga, you straight
– Hahaha, word up?
– You know you like a Donald Goines, nigga. That's off top
I got bills and shit to pay
And another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto
– That's right, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, tell the, tell the young boys out there, man
– Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form
Spend a dollar on some wine
Hand my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto
– Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger
– Dreamin' all of this riches, dreamin' all of this bitches
See me cruisin' down the lane
Doin' two miles per hour, baby, I'm ghetto
– Y'all wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every three seconds
– We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'
I'm not ashamed of my Fam
I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto
– I tell the story for the young black youths out there
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, it started out in East New York, where I grew up
Knew how to walk, favorite carry weapon was a fork
Older folks smoked out, straglers
Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar, starvin' for mine
Bust three at ya, dad fucked up consecutively
Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy
Moms dropped him on the spot, smacked me in the knot
Only he gave you was your name and these blocks
That's ya Pops, still, thats me still, keep it real
If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal
We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out
Three days away from home he stoned out (Stoned out)
Coke on the table, pressin' redial
Son, I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul (Yo, why you doin' that?)
But gettin' big, half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh, shit, got this bitch seeded, cop pleaded
What to do? knock your self off, God succeeded
And the most scariest part? Better have heart
Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart
Make a brick and get barred, shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard
Alcoholic vultures with toasters, sheep skins on
Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit
Smoke a bag of wet and set it, the block we deaded
Society wrong, we too black and too strong to prolong
Got my woman with a gun in her thong
It's kinda wild how we livin', the Devil fall has arisen
We travel from here to prison
A presidency shelter for my elders
That's real, cause we need them and they need us
That's wealth for ya, leavin' on this moment
Meditate, four in the Mornin', nigga, you straight
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