We grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short 

straight action, you dont stop for a fool 

most use crime as a way to pay the bills 

the un-lucky ones end up gettin caught 

we grew up in the ghetto where the growing gets rough 

moneys been around but its never been enough 

most aint givin no choice but to hussle 

some break down when the going gets tough 

deep in the manners all kinds of different people 

mines over east still struggle to be equal 

so many characters, 4 main types 

the good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil 

deep in the manner where the povertys visable 

theres not alot sweet so most look misarable 

most cave in to the devil, took the wrong puff 

son kick the face but still pray for a miracle 

soccastars emerge from the curb 

up n coming mcs struggle to be heard 

boy.... the next jailbird ?? 

*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word 

shotters keep the money going round 

kids goin stray most never get found 

iv noticed there a ghetto in every town 

the skies are empty because the stars are on the ground 



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we grew up in the ghetto saw real life pain 

real life struggle with real life strain 

real life kiddies with real life guns 

and real life mothers lose real life sons 

gang wars are ruftin on the darf flur on the seeser ?? 

beef after beef just to be the top geezer 

big arms gas, the stratford recs 

ghetto high murders gotta maintain reps 

whats it all about i ask myself before i swing 

more time im beefin over any little thing 

beefin any area,region or vincity 

my ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility 

to my bredrons locked up, to my young baby mothers 

each and every creed and colour, ghetto sisters and brothers 

if you know your from the slums keep reppin no doubt 

stay ghetto if you must just remember to get out