Product of the Ghetto Elvis Presley & Nardo Wick

[Intro: Nardo Wick]
One, two, three, four
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

[Verse 1: Elvis Presley & Nardo Wick]
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
Born in the ghetto, tryna make it out (Make it out)
I try to go, but I get stuck, it's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the ghetto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto (I can't help it)
Yes, I was born in the ghetto (I'm a product of the ghetto)

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that
This ain't shit I could control, I'm a product of my habitat
Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat (Probably 'cause I keep a gun)
Surprised I never sprung a wrist late night shooting craps
Surprised I never got caught late night shootin' straps
Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that