ghetto buisness Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business Yo, drinks and weed son Never seeds son I got what you need son Its all ghetto
a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto
results from an optometrist G shit, that we dreeze, ah! I'm in that L... B... C... G And we's, domes like two head soldiers I'm ghetto enough to go platinum
handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We
not their ally I believe I can fly, but their type of freedom is a lie So fuck the government, C.I.A. and F.B.I. [Divine Styler] In the holy month of
Busy B battles when it was peace Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought Niggaz was raised off the shit I record Like I was
herds of the verbs I gots the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want
start duckin out, like I work for repo' Fo'-fo' italian chrome, bitches yellin, "Champagne!" I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe Just cause I can flow, I
optimistic results from an optometrist G shit, that we dreeze, ah! I'm in that L... B... C... G And we's, domes like two head soldiers I'm ghetto enough
, i like flowers, i love watchin birds in the park I love takin long walks in the park I just love you I love watchin yo kids I love, i jus love poetry
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
now, I like flowers I love watchin' birds in the park I love takin' long walks in the park I just love you I love watchin' yo kids I love, I just love
Its ghetto buisness Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business Yo, drinks and weed son Never seeds son I got what you need son Its all ghetto
Busy B battles when it was peace Caught myself driftin' in thought 'cause now it's different I thought Niggaz was raised off the shit I record Like I
duckin' out, like I work for repo' Fo'-fo' Italian chrome, bitches yellin', "Champagne" I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe Just 'cause I can flow, I
came no light for your candle So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade