Ghetto (Explicit)

Six blocks ghetto child runnin wild causin terror

Crack slinger rap singer from the Juice Crew era

Sippin OE blowin trees gun up in my leather

I'm live with them 45 nines and Berettas

I'm

Ghetto

You can find me in the hood

Sippin on a cold brew twistin backwoods

If the spot get rushed then d**gs get flushed

And if you not down to ride n***as can't bang with us

We runnin round Mobbin runnin round robbin

You lookin like food and my n***as is starvin

So share your spoon or meet my goons

I got homies up north that'll be home soon

That keep it

Ghetto

And man they don't stunt

All they need is a 20 a kush and one blunt

Don't front you can't blame us we made the hood famous

The 41st side where we speak that Dunn language

We keep it ghetto everyday stackin dough

Never slippin pimpin mackin h*es

Gangsters hustlers you already know

Infamous

N***as can't bang with us

Yo N o y d

I got you

You got me Aight then

Let's run the frontline together these n***as hypemen

Background clowns who ain't never spent a night in

The gutter where jokin on muthaf**kas lead to fightin

But not fists I'm talkin 'bout Glocks 5ths ninas

Mac 11's 38's specials choppers and street sweepers

Rarely will you see a n***a throw up meat beaters

Hands only do damage with canons you meet Jesus

Loud shots till the cow stops I mean the beef ceases

Either one you still numb stuck in a deep freezer

In the hood it's winter all year round we keep heaters

Hollow tips in that clip you don't drip you leak liters

Every other day a n*a get smoked like cheap **

Every 10 minutes a h*e get coked and skeet skeeters

Put a helmet on your man these b***hes dangerous

The Infamous

Infamous

N***as can't bang with us

Hey yo

Dunn that s**t that kill me MC's claimin they ghetto and don't live it

You know how they bust they guns and stay killin

Or how they did time for crimes in state prison

Or how they sold d**gs on they block but who didn't

It's the

Ghetto

Where we stay pissy drunk and weeded up

We flip work on the hill n***a then're it up

You know the homies in the hood g'd up

We keep b***hes in the cut and 22's on the truck

Give a f**k I ain't playin I been thuggin since a juvenile

A young g slingin d**e w**d and runnin wild

The fiends know me as the kid who got it

In the

Ghetto

I dug pockets started riots I'm the flyest

Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects

Son I get it rockin for the cake I get it poppin

The jakes wanna knock him and the haters can't stop him