Chorus] [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto [First Verse:] They got me runnin' through my ghetto
Chorus [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto First Verse: They got me runnin' through my ghetto
ballers and the crooks apart [VERSE 6: Steele] Ghetto livin, parallel to prisons Cursed soul, from hell I've risen We rebel from the system, Bloomberg cuttin millions from children
can get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby
He's The Fastest Man Alive Breakdown! Born in a ghetto, lived in a slum But he was raised high and mighty to be number one The park was his stage,
the ghetto I've been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1:
[South Park Mexican] Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass In my cutlass, 1982 My baby mama
Hill When kids were stealin' quartervilles for fun Kill the guy in Carter Park Rode a mongoose 'til it's dark Watchin' kids show off the stolen ones Every ghetto
windows, crack wood Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children
