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?