Ghetto Knows Kool G Rap

[Hook x2]
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
New York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin' rocks
And holdin' Glocks stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin' when the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin' 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (Word up)
Or make a run for it there's too many to tackle
The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped
Niggas act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside your fuckin' hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggas runnin'
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin'
To push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
The motherfuckin' ghetto knows, and it's like that