Freddie Gibbs - The Ghetto lyrics

rate me

I used to let my

Close partner keep his chopper up in my school locker

Young and naive when I wasn't actin' a fool I was

Playin' with emotions or playin' ball

Used to sell bud at the village

Knew a lotta killers since they was small

East 17th, Virginia St invented me

Constructed the kid into a crook, look up my history

I looked up to the niggas with Lexuses and Infinitis

Corrupted in correctional facilities

Cause me I'm from the

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto

And to make it out where I'm from yes you gotta do something special

Especially when we stressed in these economic conditions

Traditionally causing us to cook a rock in the kitchen

Get it flippin'

Get it jukin' and jumpin' like Earl Manigault

But you die today you put money before your family though

I'm east side GI, like Charlie Caddystone

Embassy Liquors pay attention, they out to getcha in the

Ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto

I'm from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto

Where the laws that caught niggas our own default with us

Everyday we gotta pray to the lord to walk with us

In the ghetto

Cans of spam, hand to hand

No deals made, dolla for dolla, gram for gram

Follow me and see just how much a man can stand

Before we go off the deep end

Come in your crib and creep in

Help us get home invaded

The hustlas they gon' get raided

Eventually, but for now they stay thuggin' and motivated

Misguided miseducated

We barely be graduated

And our lack of skills lead to some daily infatuations

In the ghetto, the barrio, the hood, the slums

Government funds fill my city up with drugs and guns

And I can't go for being broke so I'm a go on the run

Momma can't stand the way I live but can't give up on her son

Even though I know she hear about my habits through the grape vine

Stealin' the car on Sunday, to hit the state line

Gettin' drunk and twisted off liquor all through the daytime

Handshakes and gang signs, don't play with mine

Granny I really miss you while I'm on the road

Them Sunday dinners was more than just food for the soul

Don't be no fool, cause there's plenty fools walking the globe

Convicted felons equippin' tools, all in my shows

Chose another road they wanna die in these streets

They look at me in disbelief when I rhyme about peace

I had people shot at to see me just to see me deceased

My policy is fuck police till all my niggas released

Speak!

The way I'm feelin' my anthem for ghetto children

Fill my daily appetite for destruction I want rebuildin'

Rest in peace to Lil' Ebony, Richardson lord we livin' crazy

It's hard to cope when these cowards is killin' babies

The ghetto ain't just a place it's a mentality

Most of us carry with us constantly causing casualties

Stealin' and dealin' is how I deal with my reality

Sirens and gunfirin' never rattled me

I gotta be from