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Ghetto (Album Version|Edited) - Ghostface Killah
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 sh*t real sh*t 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 ni**a 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 w**d 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 a** 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
