We do this s**t for real
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
