dissed me but I feel I got a bum rap The guys knew what I was thinkin of The only thing to cure an old love was a new love A ghetto love [VERSE 2:
Overtime, al night Try'na make a fat knock Swell in my pocket Like I'm carryin' a loaf of bread Been around the world But I still love local head Got
The rhyme spitter!!! [Goobee Thug] We gon' get two seats recline and lean harder X, smoke green, and buy the spring water Y'all niggas polish your jewels to bling harder
Deep:] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Verse 2: AZ] From base potter to that hard rock white We all hustlers, live that hard knock life Some get knocked
it get kinda hard sometimes we all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh, From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
know, it get kinda hard sometimes, We all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh, From the corners of street, In every hood and every ghetto
(feat. Cormega) [Man talking] "I can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto, the smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto
code a' the streets, some got a college education Come down on the weekend, and peep the conversation [Mos] Yo On the corner, units stormed out Ghetto
[Mr Lawnge] Now, if you got it going on make some noise Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys In my neighbourhood , whether black or hispanic
, some'ing like G And I bet some'ing on some'ing, you ain't nothing like me I wreck the flow, whenever I feel like I go hard, just like I'm a steel pipe
like I'm above my city, cause gangstas will always give back to the ghetto, and gangstas will never turn their back to the ghetto, that's a fact in the ghetto
about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks Awww shucks [Juelz Santana] Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto
them to school, put them in special Ed Reinforce their paranoia of the feds Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge The philosiphy of the hard-knocks
my mens And tims, mitcheness, it's hard to impress this My ball, rock T's over them vest's Thuggin when he mashin the ghetto princess and No question,
for rockin' tours picture me moppin' floors Only fuck with keys and not the kind that be lockin' doors The type of nigga that be gamin' your freaks While you out workin' hard
go to, I'm banging my Screw Know what I'm tal'n bout, see down South we body rock We beat down your block, with 15's on knock (knock-knock) who is it
bro It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich Like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto I know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life's a
and play mackin' Well, it's the same old bullshit In every ghetto But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal Just that real deal hard knock life
