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In the Ghetto

E-40, The Jacka, Rankin Scroo
Popularity ยท Low
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Ohh, I Ti-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-na Now well den den den den Yea yea yea yea Ranking Strue alongside E-40 again, friend All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio Pure sufferation inna the ghettio And you know why? Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio And you know why? Ohh, well den G-H-E-T-T-O Piss-stained mattress on the floor Sub-stations and liquor stores Get out of pocket, get beat and raw Every fucking day is a funeral A kid'll shoot you and tag your toe No A/C, just windows and fans Section 8, W.I.C. programs Juvenile Hall, Youth Authority Task Force, Housing Authority Hoodies, beanie caps and pea coats Niggas with scratch that sell dope Soul food spots, barber shops Old school Chevys, big blocks Luxury scrapes, dreadlocks and tape Bald heads, French braids and perms The bootleg man with DVD burns Quality shit, no returns Gift cards? Green dot cards MoneyGrams? WalMarts Confidential informants, C.I.'s Wire-taps, F.B.I.'s White splats, all type of lies Dollar Beverly Hills Housewives I'm looking for a hand-out, trying to get a way out Looking for a money route, trying to get some pay out In the beef like a steakhouse, pistol with my K out Suckers better stay out, 'fore they get laid out The Salvation Army and Goodwill Swap meets, flea markets and rummage sales All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio Pure sufferation inna the ghettio And you know why? Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio And you know why? Ohh, well den Miss Mary and her grandson Lives down inna the ghetto area In the hood where we come from We sell ganja just fi take care of her Uh, the soon change the coke running In love with the game and the pain that comes from it In love with the chains, the fame and cold summers Your friends turn lame, they change and try gunning Put the pistol to your brain right before your mother's eyes Stupid for your safe, right before your brother tries It's real out here, you suckers can't describe Fifty kicks right before they circumcise The Soviet snap-back I'm in a war nigga, where Babylon clap blacks Kick down the door, nigga, killer ain't body strapped Charged us with boy nigga, but we ain't selling crack All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio Pure sufferation inna the ghettio And you know why? Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio And you know why? Ohh, well den Pentecostal and Baptist churches Flowers and funeral service Black suits and hearses Out here it's scandalous and merciless Ankle monitors, push coke Felonies, can't vote Crack cocaine, dope Recon swivel, coke How did it get here? We broke We don't own no trains, planes or boats They got me on the run with me hundred drum And I don't know where my next meal is coming from My ancestors died, they hung 'em and burnt 'em alive Genetically scarred, rebellion all of my life Drinking my troubles away, trying to erase my stress Coughing and choking and smoking and beating on my chest Reading the Bible, asking my idol to protect me from my rival Plus my broad pregnant, man, she missed her menstrual cycle It's ugly out here, it's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth It's grimy out here, they'll slide by and try to catch you loose All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio Pure sufferation inna the ghettio And you know why? Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio And you know why? Ohh, den den den den den den The ghetto man a hustle and a use him muscle Sooner or later, something a go get shuffle End up missing, now him haffi take up the heater Yes we shine and glisten, blam blam blam You no hear it a whistle, that sounds scary No dibby-dibby, the ghetto no fi query Or else somebody gwan end up buried And you know why? All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio Pure sufferation inna the ghettio And you know why? Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio And you know why? Ohh, well den