Cam'Ron

Cam'Ron - Ghetto Life lyrics

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Ok, we got the Birdman in the building

We got Killa in the building

We got Young Weezy in the building

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby

Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty

An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M

An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems

Green Austen, they don't cost in rims

Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear

Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?

'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it

Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet

I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze

But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace

An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace

Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it

Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes

Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro

When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life

Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe

Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike

Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes

Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life

See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes

This swish interry foreign German lifes

An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white

But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes

Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe

Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders

Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever

Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya

Dice game, head crack, 64 fever

When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever

An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva

I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook

Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks

Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block

Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots

That's how coke for that cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac

'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops

All they say is, look at his drop

Hand on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby

We come through clownin', baby

An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall

Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla

Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella

Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap

Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time

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