Ghetto

Yo yo yo turn me up turn me up

Turn me up turn me up yeah yeah come on

Yeah yeah yeah take everything yeah

Yeah real shit real shit Shallah Raekwon

All day let's go

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Listen to me and just lay up

Park Hill Projects one eight pound

Holding it down that's the motto 'lo goose and lottos

Blunts on the regular O G style

I'm into old V's swinging in cabs slinging them OZ's

All I know is running in fiends labs hitting the green bags

Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's

Wait til I get on the haters gonna hate it

In this corner a rich young don with a crisp lab

Brother listen to me

Brother listen to me

Listen to me and just lay up

How do you make your bread in the ghetto

How do you make your bread in the ghetto

We make bread in the ghetto by selling that crack

See niggas that make bread by busting the gat

Might stick a nigga up stab him dead in his back

It's a dirty bread game but we get through them stacks

Bread game rather have bread than fame

Some sell pills and weed it ain't no joke

Might sell anything as long as we not broke

So if you getting that bread we be coming for your throat

It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread

Might violate parole til ya family is dead

We get bread in the ghetto while we ducking the feds

I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head come on

Brother listen to me

Brother listen to me

Listen to me and just lay up

How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto

Yo yo aiyo we ox 'em duff 'em stuff 'em in black bags

Torture them toss 'em out the window with rift rafts

Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto

Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal

Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching

Get your ass hung like a wall clock

It's Tone Stark Billy the Kid when the gun bark

A wire sticking out his shirt he talking to NARC

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto

Feed one child and starve another

Tell me tell me and just lay up

We like brothers we came from the same mothers

In the projects under the same covers

Wore the same drawers f**ked the same whores

Rolled dice kicked rhymes did crimes in the same hall

Sprayed our names on the same wall

Yo your kids knew my kids your wiz knew my wiz

Now you caught up in music and showbiz

If that's what it is then that's what it is

Run up in your crib with twelve black brothers

That'll digest to live die just to live

Some called us martyrs some called us fathers

Run up in the club like the suicide bombers

We be the brothers ready past lovers

Never wanna see us blow we not others

Somewhere in the competition friends got lost

The money got flipped your tables got crossed

Now you all caught up in that label talk

Brain dead in the grain of thoughts

With a name and a game that can change New York

We ate from the same fork pop had the same thought

The same thought