Ghetto

[Intro: Madd Rapper, Raekwon, Carl Thomas] Hahaha, word up? You know you like a Donald Goines, nigga. That's off top I got bills and shit to pay And another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto That's right, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout Tell the--tell the young boys out there, man Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form Spend a dollar on some wine Hand my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger Dreamin' all of this riches, dreamin' all of this bitches See me cruisin' down the lane Doin' two miles per hour, baby, I'm ghetto Y'all wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every 3 seconds We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin' I'm not ashamed of my fam I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto I tell the story for the young Black youths out there [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, it started out in East New York, where I grew up Knew how to walk, favorite carry weapon was a fork Older folks smoked out, stragglers Almost had to bust a Marvin Hagler, starvin' for mine Bust three at ya, Dad fucked up consecutively Him and some relatives is gangsters, sellin' pussy Moms dropped him on the spot, smacked me in the knot All he gave you was your name and these blocks That's ya Pops, still, thats me still, keep it real If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal We in his Caddy, siliconed out, zoned out Three days away from home, he stoned out (Stoned out) Coke on the table, pressin' re-dial "Son, I'm sendin' you home, nigga, you foul" (Yo, why you doin' that?) But gettin' big, half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig The other fifty 'cent balancin' a bid Oh, shit, got this bitch seeded, cop pleaded What to do? Knock yourself off, God succeeded And the most scariest part? Better have heart 'Cause the lions and wolves will rip you apart Make a brick and get barred, shoot joints, get involved Put tints on your windows, whip cars Yeah, all the giants revolve Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard Alcoholic vultures with toasters, sheep skins on Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit Smoke a bag of wet and set it, the block we deaded Society wrong, we too Black and too strong to prolong Got my woman with a gun in her thong It's kinda wild how we livin', the Devil fall has arisen We travel from here to prison A residency shelter for my elders That's real, 'cause we need them and they need us That's wealth for ya, leavin' on this moment Meditate, four in the mornin' – nigga, you straight [Chorus: Carl Thomas] I got hustlin' on my mind Otherwise, I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto I like black tint on my car At the park a superstar, I'm ghetto, yeah See me cruisin' down the lane Two miles per hour, baby, I'm ghetto I'm not ashamed of my dam I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto [Verse 2: Madd Rapper] Born in the gutter A Black pops and a Puerto Rican mother I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp boxcutter Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter My leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was butter Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit Thirteen years old, 3 months in Spofford Crime, I couldn't stop it, didn't pass the 10th grade School was cool, but it didn't keep our rent paid So every Wednesday, me and my dogs Hop the train for a ki' in the Bronx Knowin' all along, the shit was wrong Ain't the first, and damn sure ain't the last, it keeps goin' on So keep movin' on, same old story, my pops left Waves and Pony's and mock necks Tre's and 40's and hot sex, with around-the-way bitches From around-the-way riches Yo, my block reps I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts So pardon my appearance, everything's all good Nigga, I'm just like you, except I'm from the hood [Chorus: Carl Thomas & Madd Rapper] I got bills and shit to pay And another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto (This goes out to all my peoples in the hood In ghettos all around the nation and all around the world, knowhatI'msayin'?) Spend a dollar on some wine Hang my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto See me cruisin' down the lane Doin' two miles per hour, baby, I'm ghetto I'm not ashamed of my fam I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto [Outro: Carl Thomas] Does anyone mind the truth, y'all? Does anyone mind the truth, y'all? Does anyone mind the truth, y'all? Does anyone mind the truth, y'all?