In The Ghetto Lyrics

Fuck the fire, we gotta grease It's a Wayne beat

Yeah

Give that boy some water, huh He look like he's dyin

Drop his ass, do him like his brothers since he keep playin

Then go fuck a bitch and hit the booth and do my tweaker dance

Got these niggas sick, I can't fold, I can't bend

You ain't got no money for me, nigga, we ain't locked in

I got three kids, Sike I Im lying, I just need mine

Bitches say they like my style, think they want me pocketed out

That's why I keep blicky on me, that's why I don't fuck around

This shit right here ain't no movie, you won't catch me actin' stupid

Lookin' like you on that shit, I bet I turn your ass to doodle

He ain't certified, it's over with, there ain't no more recruit

Give a fuck about what he did, give a fuck about who he cool with

Turn his ass to macaroni, turn his ass a fuckin' cool whip

That nigga ghetto crazy, yeah, he be on some smooth shit

I got popped, I took a hit, but I ain't never lose shit

Just another lesson learned, yeah, I gotta move quick

And bought a hunnid guns, I told my niggas two for one

Hmph, don't worry about this code talkin', nigga, get it done

It's so hard to figure me out, nigga, you know I'm the one

Is he slidin' or is he just rappin'

Nigga, I don't know

Hmph, got the streets tell it. shit, that nigga doin' both

Ain't shit change about him, Pony Gang, he still do the most

Still up pop up on you, broad day, hop out like pick-a-boo

Ain't no pickin beef, bitch, shoot at you, then shoot at you