tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30877688883327468422024-03-08T14:31:03.484-08:00Freddie Gibbs LyricsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087768888332746842.post-45486713651289898492016-07-31T22:25:00.002-07:002016-07-31T22:25:15.565-07:00The Ghetto lyrics - Freddie Gibbs[Verse 1:]<br />
I used to let my<br />
Close partner keep his chopper up in my school locker<br />
Young and naive when I wasn't actin' a fool I was<br />
Playin' with emotions or playin' ball<br />
Used to sell bud at the village<br />
Knew a lotta killers since they was small<br />
East 17th, Virginia St invented me<br />
Constructed the kid into a crook, look up my history<br />
I looked up to the niggas with Lexuses and Infinitis<br />
Corrupted in correctional facilities<br />
Cause me I'm from the<br />
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto<br />
And to make it out where I'm from yes you gotta do something special<br />
Especially when we stressed in these economic conditions<br />
Traditionally causing us to cook a rock in the kitchen<br />
Get it flippin'<br />
Get it jukin' and jumpin' like Earl Manigault<br />
But you die today you put money before your family though<br />
I'm east side GI, like Charlie Caddystone<br />
Embassy Liquors pay attention, they out to getcha in the<br />
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[Hook x2:]<br />
Ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto<br />
I'm from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto<br />
Where the laws that caught niggas our own default with us<br />
Everyday we gotta pray to the lord to walk with us<br />
In the ghetto<br />
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[Verse 2:]<br />
Cans of spam, hand to hand<br />
No deals made, dolla for dolla, gram for gram<br />
Follow me and see just how much a man can stand<br />
Before we go off the deep end<br />
Come in your crib and creep in<br />
Help us get home invaded<br />
The hustlas they gon' get raided<br />
Eventually, but for now they stay thuggin' and motivated<br />
Misguided miseducated<br />
We barely be graduated<br />
And our lack of skills lead to some daily infatuations<br />
In the ghetto, the barrio, the hood, the slums<br />
Government funds fill my city up with drugs and guns<br />
And I can't go for being broke so I'm a go on the run<br />
Momma can't stand the way I live but can't give up on her son<br />
Even though I know she hear about my habits through the grape vine<br />
Stealin' the car on Sunday, to hit the state line<br />
Gettin' drunk and twisted off liquor all through the daytime<br />
Handshakes and gang signs, don't play with mine<br />
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[Hook]<br />
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[Verse 3:]<br />
Granny I really miss you while I'm on the road<br />
Them Sunday dinners was more than just food for the soul<br />
Don't be no fool, cause there's plenty fools walking the globe<br />
Convicted felons equippin' tools, all in my shows<br />
Chose another road they wanna die in these streets<br />
They look at me in disbelief when I rhyme about peace<br />
I had people shot at to see me just to see me deceased<br />
My policy is fuck police till all my niggas released<br />
Speak!<br />
The way I'm feelin' my anthem for ghetto children<br />
Fill my daily appetite for destruction I want rebuildin'<br />
Rest in peace to Lil' Ebony, Richardson lord we livin' crazy<br />
It's hard to cope when these cowards is killin' babies<br />
The ghetto ain't just a place it's a mentality<br />
Most of us carry with us constantly causing casualties<br />
Stealin' and dealin' is how I deal with my reality<br />
Sirens and gunfirin' never rattled me<br />
I gotta be from<br />
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[Hook x2]<br />
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