we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we aint marchin' we shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto, we start
Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep I got you peepin' in my window while I'm smokin' indo But I ain't no motherfuckin' track star, pig's got
Beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin' In daily recruitin' there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little
right there (ohh, can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cup's right here, I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here Nigga pass that, Capri
many die [Chorus x2: Tech N9ne] Alucard everlasting Timeless bars when I'm rapping All these stars never last And I will still stand while everyone's passing
step out an' blast But we ain't gon' let that bullshit pass I used to be a young phenom like Lebron Now I'm doin' shit beyond Genghis Khan Peon, you can't pass
in yard Oh long yo yo this is my 10 40 This is for your moms your pops and your shorty On some ghetto shit nigga pass the 40's C'mon c'mon c'mon Peep the six stars
4 star major general Mamma work and come out about I ride wit No Limit soldiers, yes we checkin' wit' the Colonel Master P He be the Ghetto Dad Paper
to bubble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past That's how you do it We got cops and robbers Niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Court casin', third felony facin' No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessey and malt liquor chasin' My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces
AZ: Yeah...Where's it at? From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit Ice the bracelet,
m down for my set I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (Who these niggaz think they are?) (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar, [Incomprehensible]) I start
and play myself like a fool I'm a keep it cool and see how long this shit gon' last I scooped up my son he tried to play my wit a ghetto pass I ain't
they surrounded me And houndin' me 'cause I ball hard, on parole in a Double-R Fifty to a hundred G's and jewels on wrists, nigga we ghetto stars Shit
her Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' Power-U, have you gaspin' for your oxygen Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star