the (tech 4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Libedate may Chocolatate' take em I'ma rock na Playa, nigga fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air like
oppurtunity to eat It's them niggas sleeping across the street And I'm go get em' [gun shots] I was a reject on the ghetto blocks In the end thangs trend thangs
the game got me tighter than a choker chain for flashing thang cash but raps and caine all my thugs grab them thangs cause we gonna mash and bang mash
yo flip You see them dogs in me Automatic static Outlaws call on me You see the balls on me I'm gonna let 'em swang Without them thangs So if them cops
me if ya ready when the danger approaches Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell Gettin' out the ghetto
Suave House beats In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang The fame of my name blew the ghetto
down] [I said ghetto bluez got me down foe the last time] [I said it got me down] [Ghetto Bluez got me down [X:2]] [Ghetto blues got me down] [Ghetto
they can never stop a nigga risin (Risin) I'm a real (real) I'll (I'll) rider (Rider, rider) Living truth, I'm a true ghetto survivor ('vivor) Ghetto
Time ain't on my side but I still got my pride The hednigga is a soul alive Time, time, who got the time? Fuck it up up, who got the soul? Let it flow
Please let me be and let me do my thang Thinkin about a certain..certain somebody that perfect somebody sexy purple body she got service road curves and highway eyes the road to her soul
ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so
to understand But you don't know this man Lt. doing his thang! (thang!) Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!) Nigga we got swang! Swank mag' beneath my sink I hold rank doing this thang! (thang
eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen's And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and haste Cause soul food ain't the motherfuckin' thang to
game, bums warm their weary souls over open flames junkie caint find god watch him find his vein preacher walk by like he aint seen a thang pass the
s a dancer mayne I keep it gully like I don't even see her Tell my boy in the cut man holla when you see her I'm bling blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
Everything ain't hardcore you know I can't sing but my man I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you You know, take the edge off, you know what I'
in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome Oh, gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto We're guerrillas
the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto