Born in the Ghetto (feat. Big B) - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ghetto The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Planet Earth, was my place of birth Born to be the sole controller, of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough When I start flowin', the mic might bust The next state'll shake from the power I generate People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes 'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god But it seems like I'm locked in hell Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip Stand on my own two feet and come equipped Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go So much to say, but I still flow slow I come correct and I won't look back 'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at Even the Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York And return through the womb of the world as a thought Thinkin' how hard it was to be born Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form Millions of cells wit' one destination To reach the best part, as life's creation 9 months later, a job well done Make way, 'cause here I come Since I made it this far, can't stop now There's a will and a way and I got the know-how To be all I can be and more And see all there is to see before I'm called to go back to the essence It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me 'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves Exiled from the original man, and strayed away Now that's what I call hard times I'd rather be here to exercise the mind Then I take a thought around the world twice From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa Return the thought through the eye of a needle For miles I fought and I just brought the people Under the dark skies on a dark side Not only there but right here's an apartheid So now is the time for us to react Take a trip through the mind and when you get back Understand your third eye seen all of that It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at Even the Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Even the Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' No more props, I want property, in every borough Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own Wherever I bless a microphone 007 is back and relaxin' On point an' reactin', and ready for action I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto) Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto) Quiet is kept on a hush hush In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it 'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin' So many solos, there is no endin' People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood Footprints remain on stage ever since Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents When I had sex, I left my name on necks My trademark was left throughout the projects I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go "we know" So I collect my cash then slide I got my back, my gun's on my side It shouldn't have to be like that I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at Even the Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' I'm from the Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Word up Nobody's smilin' Peace Ghetto Nobody's smilin' The ghetto Nobody's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin' No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto) No, no, no, nobody's smilin' No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto) No-bo-dy's smilin' Ghetto Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell Nobody's smilin'

Rolly on my arm, let me get my swagga back Jesus on my charm, Amen to that Laid back in the Maybach 57 or 62 Floating down the coast in the helicopter Shawty, that's what I do, I'm gettin stacks of this on accident My daughter's 5, what's that mean? My daughter's daughter is already rich I'm gettin' evolved, quit playing simp I'm simply pimping record labels, nigga look at my limp She says she missed riding it I say I miss her on me, holdin it down I certainly miss how she grind's it And she says she miss havin' me around She all up on me singin' my songs And it feel like I'm fuckin' my fan And screamin' "don't let go! Baby you already know" Climaxing, hold my hand, she runnin it back, workin it Like you don't understand (Mr, she sayin', she singin') She wants that old thing back That ride it like up on it That "get up in the morning and put it on me" She's so horny, she wants that old thing back That "mm-hmm, gimme some" Rocket ship, that rocket ship Don't stop until I'm done She wants that ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto She want that Ghetto, she need that ghetto That Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, she want that ghetto She need that ghetto, she want that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, that mm-hmm ghetto She said "Dream do it to me like this Why can't you do it to me like that?" For the last 48 months, you can't front I put that ass on the map I created this sound, yes sir I shut it down There's only one number 1 These other niggas are my sons And you can never be be like me, you can never do it do it like me Ain't none of these niggas seeing me Ain't none of these niggas repeating me Ain't none of these niggas defeating me Unless they get me to murk myself. I just murk myself She wants that old thing back That ride it like up on it That "get up in the morning and put it on me" She's so horny, she wants that old thing back That "mm-hmm, gimme some" Rocket ship, that rocket ship don't stop til I'm done She wants that ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto She want that Ghetto, she need that ghetto That Ghetto, ghetto and I got that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, she want that ghetto She need that ghetto, she want that ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, that mm-hmm ghetto Real niggas on the wishlist, used to blow me off Now she tryna blow me kisses Walk in to the room, tell me how couldn't I miss it? Girl, you working like you need assistance, tipping Girl you workin like you need a pension Bend that thang over, let a nigga pinch it Rich nigga shit: I could put you on a boat Popping champagne, now you look like its Big Pimpin I work all day, fuck all night, finna make you cuss all night "Shit fuck damn!" lemme know I do it right Pussy so good I'mma have to do it twice Bend over let a real nigga taste that Fuck around, need a placemat See my call log, a nigga has to erase that Send me a text, smiley face chat saying: (She want that old thing back) Wanna show you how much I appreciate you Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you Wanna show you how much I will forever be true Wanna show you how much have a nigga feeling good Wanna show you how much how much you're understood Wanna show you how much I value what you say Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me, baby Wanna show you how much I care about your heart Wanna show you how much I don't like being apart Wanna show you, show you, show you til you're hearing me Keep it how it is so we can never say how it used to be

I wanna thank everybody and I love you all right back I walk in Ric Flair'in', long fur coat wearin' Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin' Silk socks, and balls need to breathe So bitch the draws cotton 'cause you gon' suck me when you leave In a big Benzo on Lorenzos With your homegirl LaQuinta who said she never did but she would try it And now she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin' Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin' My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames I heard this nigga say he don't like me, well he the lame It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo The neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me 'Cause even me existin' is killing your bitch mojo I dance like a JoJo on blow, I cut a rug to a hole Polo undies got my nuts in a choke I'm often stuck in the smoke, the jukebox cut on Without coins, I'm a magical bloke I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don't know how to float Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, babe I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you'll get poked Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic International player but also locally respected Savannah Chitlin pimpin', drippin' and stankin' like the deuce do Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe' Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-moment Now she's caught up in the rapture of this mackin', where your ho went? In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin', ass and titties showin' As a matter I'm 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean And watch her rub it on her face, I call it Johnson's baby lotion It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine Kill Bill-in' up this whole damn house and shine Steppin' over you fuck boy clowns and shine Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine (shine) Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine Shine Shine Shine Shine

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that These niggas really don't know grindin' These niggas really don't know what time it is I'm finna learn the slackers a lil' lesson So tell them that my class is in session So line 'em in Shady game so sheisty, style so crazy Niggas don't like me just because I speak the truth But they don't really want me raisin' the youth They'd rather see 'em eat garbage (Garbage) In life, I'm not forty years old, I'm forty years strong in this shit I'm movin' like a grown ass man Leave 'em down with a long ass hand to keep 'em back Never let lames get too close to me Sucka friend, this how it's supposed to be Illuminati won't be moldin' me 'cause I expose the bullshit Fuck that (Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Class is in session so fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Knowledge is nonexistent, materialistic Political, egotistic, so I missed it I'd rather be the nigga doin' my own thing Instead of followin' them niggas doin' the wrong thing I keep the ninas outta my business and stay way from [?] Because it's all about winnin', no losses Gotta be the boss, mane A real boss know what time and what it cost, mane Y'all lames stop playin' In life, I'm not forty years old, I'm forty years strong in this shit I'm movin' like a grown ass man Leave 'em down with a long ass hand to keep 'em back Never let lames get too close to me Sucka friend, this how it's supposed to be Illuminati won't be moldin' me 'cause I expose the bullshit Fuck that (Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that) Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Class is in session so fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that

She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

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Where you from nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on Yeah, Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire Test this hustla betta not dare We talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat it Daily collectin' me bank roll Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose Never the less ain't about that talking Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking) Number one assassin Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin' Bone up outta the cut and we buckin' Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot Blazin' and burnin' my grain This year the same I crept and I came Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang bang! Str8 land ah the heartless Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Come and follow me hollow point snub slug Pullin' me body underground Put 'em in the grave they lay away down Claire Claire stay down I'm one ah the thuggest muthafuckas in yo city Under me strap packed Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight You wid me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro That's the way that we deal That's the way that we steal Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride, Ride to the darkside feel the darkness East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs 'em heartless Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some You can run but won't escape the lie So many tried but died Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me So me, runnin' wid me guage Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin Buck buck droppin' them bodies (Come again) dumpin' them bodies (Runnin' then) we finna posse Thug what check out the glock glock We to poetic for swang Niggas claim they came and remain Smoke bud all day and maintain They come they gun they run From the po-po jump the fence Hit 95th and now Nigga let's roll some shit Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them That's them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid them police in the Claire Get 'em up wid, beware I take Nigga need some weed That's funny I ain't got no money Nigga put me down, Swing to the bud stops for some brews Really don't drink but it's for me Trues Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose. Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan I'm from the C-Town we beat 'em Thug niggas done straight came up, Nigga wanna test must rest Buckshots all in that chest he's fucked up, Killas from the nigga that's realer In wid that Claire Bendin' that dunn Pop when they run dunn Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up Ya down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to, Beat ah nigga down in any town, But don't let me catch ya Mentality straight from the C-Town Where everyday niggas get beat down Betta think before you run up I gun up but I think keep peep this game now To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' wid Bone Swang widda clip tight clan It's all eternally flossed out Nigga that's Bone Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan...

Keep smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy Hey, gimme some herbs, the word Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin Burnin in my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain Runnin up, so I'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby When I'm smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up, sellin my kin folk And the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can it up, need no friends though See, little B.B. gives no weed fees when your ends low We can get smoked (Hey!) About to curb serve over phat tracks Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at Somebody said, "Damn, where's the drinks?" It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink We got Alize, and Isle iced tea A little Bambazini and some Hennessey The stuff that keeps you toe-up Now tell me are you high enough? Remember forever addicted, get it twisted It's that mystic Rip and Guiness, hit it Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it But dig it, my hydro high--got me thinkin, "Die, die, die." Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime Well did llelo to my payroll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught The house was so hot, I can't stand the heat I'm dancin with my peoples I've been tryin to see There bumpin my jam, guess who I see Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony Righteous when I spike the punch My people's gonna drink it up You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left