Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Ghetto Knows lyrics

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Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go

(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)

[Kool G. Rap]

New York, New York, the city that never sleeps

Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets

Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks

and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get props

You gotta split a top, on the regular

or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor

Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder

Another brother six feet under

You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken

So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc

Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son

The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)

or make a run for it there's too many to tackle

The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a Snapple

So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped

Niggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH)

I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat

Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose

just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows

And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops

(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop

The younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin

The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin

to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back

The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like that

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[Kool G. Rap]

Today's headlines, another nigga dead

Six to the body and fo' to the head

Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead

A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds

Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope

Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat

So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise

with blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes

Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news

Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos

You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper

Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper

Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops

Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots

The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street

So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat

Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white

chalk around the body now the party has to motivate

One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green

Died at the age of seventeen

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[Kool G. Rap]

Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets

I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep

Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin

Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in

Now who's the first nigga to run up, here they come up

the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns up

I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest

Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest

But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin triggers

Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga

But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps?

My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS

No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a sucker

I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker

Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me

Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy

Two more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary

Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me

I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound

I see another body fallin down to the ground

Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead

Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head

That's three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go

I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so

I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up

Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up

Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out

Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out

the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down

right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled

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