BIG NOYD - Ghetto lyrics

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(Ghetto) (ghetto) (ghetto) (ghetto)

(Infamous)

(The world's most)

(Infamous)

(We do this shit for real)

Six blocks ghetto child, runnin wild causin terror

Crack slinger, rap singer from the Juice Crew era

Sippin OE, blowin trees, gun up in my leather

I'm live with them 45 nines and Berettas

I'm (ghetto), you can find me in the hood

Sippin on a cold brew, twistin backwoods

If the spot get rushed, then drugs get flushed

And if you not down to ride niggas can't bang with us

We runnin round Mobbin, runnin round robbin

You lookin like food and my niggas is starvin

So share your spoon or meet my goons

I got homies up north that'll be home soon

That keep it (ghetto) and man they don't stunt

All they need is a 20, a kush and one blunt

Don't front, you can't blame us, we made the hood famous

The 41st side where we speak that Dunn language

We keep it ghetto, everyday stackin dough

Never slippin, pimpin, mackin hoes

Gangsters, hustlers, you already know

(Infamous) (Niggas can't bang with us)

Yo N-o-y-d (I got you) You got me? Aight then

Let's run the frontline together, these niggas hypemen

Background clowns who ain't never spent a night in

The gutter where jokin on muthafuckas lead to fightin

But not fists, I'm talkin 'bout Glocks, 5ths, ninas

Mac-11's, .38's, specials, choppers and street sweepers

Rarely will you see a nigga throw up meat beaters

Hands only do damage, with canons you meet Jesus

Loud shots till the cow stops, I mean the beef ceases

Either one, you still numb, stuck in a deep freezer

In the hood it's winter all year round, we keep heaters

Hollow tips in that clip, you don't drip, you leak liters

Every other day a nigga get smoked like cheap reefer

Every 10 minutes a hoe get coked and skeet-skeeters

Put a helmet on your man, these bitches dangerous

The Infamous (Infamous) (Niggas can't bang with us)

Hey yo

Dunn, that shit that kill me - MC's claimin they ghetto and don't live it

You know, how they bust they guns and stay killin

Or how they did time for crimes in state prison

Or how they sold drugs on they block - but who didn't?

It's the (ghetto) where we stay pissy drunk and weeded up

We flip work on the hill, nigga, then re it up

You know the homies in the hood g'd up

We keep bitches in the cut and 22's on the truck

Give a fuck, I ain't playin, I been thuggin since a juvenile

A young g slingin dope, weed and runnin wild

The fiends know me as the kid who got it

Up and down the strip, 24/7 I will supply it

In the (ghetto) I dug pockets, started riots, I'm the flyest

Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects

Son, I get it rockin, for the cake I get it poppin

The jakes wanna knock him and the haters can't stop him