Still clear South West
 Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?
 Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?

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 Now from that ghetto
 ghetto  ghetto  ghetto  ghetto
 Got one foot in  one foot out...
 of the ghetto
 ghetto  ghetto  ghetto  ghetto
 That's why I know the things I know!

 In the ghetto
 ghetto  ghetto  ghetto  ghetto
 And some of my friends done died befo'
 in the ghetto
 ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
 That's why I can't seem to let go

 Chiefton:
 How do you feel when you judge quick
 And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit?
 Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
 I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways!
 You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
 Playin' catch-up with yourself
 I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong
 Even if you stay home
 They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone
 Head strong
 Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
 So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
 He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin
 And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB
 And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee
 So what I find is to eliminate the problem
 Befo' they cause problems
 Befo' we have problems
 'Cause you thought you had it sewed up
 Until that green house grew all of a sudden
 Sho' nuff, it showed up
 Now you didn't know he had it in him
 The venom
 It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him
 Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
 You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs
 You can't sign-out, better than whine out
 Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
 Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down!
 For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
 So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down
 And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
 'cause one in, and one quick

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 T-Mo:
 I got these jokers with their eyes red
 drinkin' too much, got dead
 I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
 Herbs beware.
 It's from the one that data compare
 logistic, chicken biscuit
 This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song
 And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong
 just kept his back turned, yearned
 for destruction bustin' microphones
 blessed the unprotected soul
 lettin' go, call him too much
 will get you off for sure
 watch (???????)
 (????) top plate
 what's gon' save you from the hands of (why)
 when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto

 Gipp:

 They trappin' him off within then
 Look at the fonky red'ead
 Done flipped them all as dead
 Paint wet, now I'm set
 Fight the shit, watch it hit
 Block lot,
 Neighborhood charcoals
 and that old (mark-o?)
 After dawn, on the porch
 (Got gone), mind blown
 Fashioned like,
 Niggas sold, new or old
 It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

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 Cee-Lo:

 Now from the go child
 my name is Lo
 God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
 He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?)
 You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'
 Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one
 That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
 I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
 Now revolution of the mind has already begun
 Now just a second y'all
 It got to be
 For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
 I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me

 Even the ghetto is still God's property!

 C'mon

 Khujo:

 Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
 Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster
 Ain't no in between you either off or on
 Never pass judgement
 But the feeling is mutual
 Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
 After years of gravel
 You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks
 I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints
 Wobblin' like a duck
 Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
 me don't promote no mysterious behavior
 (Pimped) and be dead
 I used to flow, my high school goal
 It come through in the ghetto!

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