(feat. Carl Thomas, Raekwon)



Word up....

You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, thats off top....



[Carl Thomas] "I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the

way, I'm ghetto"



[Raekwon] Thats right, thats what I'm talkin' 'bout, tell the young boys

out there man"



[D-Dot] "Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare

form"



[Carl Thomas] "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the

line, I'm ghetto"



[Raekwon] "Now ya'll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger"



[Carl Thomas] "See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour

baby, I'm ghetto"



[Raekwon] "Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every

three seconds"



[Carl Thomas] "I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm

ghetto"



[D-Dot] "We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'"



[Raekwon] "I tell the story for the young black youths out there"



[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Yo, it started out in East NewYork

where I grew up, learned how to walk

favorite carry weapon was a fork

older folks smoked out, straglers

almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar

starvin' for mine, bust three at ya

Dad fucked up consecutively

him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy

Moms dropped him on the spot

smacked me in the knot

only he gave you was your name and these blocks

Yup, thats ya Pops

still, thats me still

keep it real

if it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal 

we in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out

three days away from home he come back stoned out

coke on the table, pressin' redial

son I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul

yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big

half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig

the other fifty cent balancin' a bid

oh shit, got this bitch seeded

to God I pleaded

what should I do? knock your self off, but the God succeeded

and the most scariest part is you better have heart

'cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart

have Faith in your God

shoot joints, get involved

put tints on your windows, whip cars

yeah, all the giants revolve

black Clarion, ready to die for the family hard

alcoholic vultures with toasters

sheep skins on

leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on

we livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit

smoke a bag of wet and set it

the block we deaded

society's grown too black and too strong to prolong

got my Woman with a gun in her thong

It's kinda wild how we livin'

The Devil's force has risen

we travel from here to prison

a presidency shelter for my elders

thats real, 'cause we need them and they need us, thats love for ya

leavin' on this moment

meditatin' at Four in the Mornin'

nigga you screamin'.....

  

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]

I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto

I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghetto

See me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto

I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto



[Verse 2: Madd Rapper]

Born in the gutter

a Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother

I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter

known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter

my leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was butter

robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit

Thirteen years old 3 Months in Spofford

crime, I couldn't stop it

didn't pass the Tenth grade

school was cool but it didn't keep our rent paid

so every Wednesday me and my Dogs

hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx

knowin' all along the shit was wrong 

ain't the first and damn sure ain't the last, 

it keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on

same old story, my Pops left

waves and Pony's and mock necks

Tre's and Forty's and hot sex

with around the way bitches, 

from around the way riches, yo, my block reps

I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network

Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts

so pardon my appearance, everythings all good

nigga I'm just like you except I'm from the hood. 



[Chorus: Carl Thomas]

I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto

(D-Dot -  this goes out to all my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all

around the nation and all around the World, knowhatI'msayin'?)

Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto

See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto 

I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto

Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?

Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?

Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?

Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?