ah mind But Fly gon' take it like a man doin' time for crime Get behind me, and Fly will lead the line Using my ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes, yeah yeah
And niggaz will kill ya ass quicker than Michael Myers Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but hustlas Drugs smugglas, and Reel Life ghetto
Wigs, Trife)) [Chorus - Ghostface] Aiyyo Here's a little story ghetto situation 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high,
s the god. Know what i mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what i mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what i mean? One player
: [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Get money, get fly, get busy, get live Get over, get by, get women, get high Get right! [Inspectah Deck] Think you can stop
of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of Masada's legacy, Christ blew the breath in me To rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontry Bless it be, Priest, fly '
Heaven for your ears Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes
all just got hopes and dreams The two blend together like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly
will not steal the drugs they don't have Still just kill In the ghetto this shit is unreal Nigga's escorts freak the downhills Shots be ringing like Chinese bells In fly
house up Everyday, police would swarm Coming home from school Your brains on your uniform I wish I could fly away like a unicorn I'm from the ghetto
Chi That keepin that P, in the pimpin, so let's fly to, ??, over here today, to lay down the funk me and Twista display Can you even comprehend this ghetto
thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes
us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto
Yeah what do they know They probably told that to Dylan a long time ago There's a kid in the ghetto his back to the wall Stars in his eyes and a basketball
a jungle, everybody wants to be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around
world cup soccer, man them niggas going crazy, but if there had been some black people watching basketball then we'd be ghetto the motherfuckers racist
going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin' around my gate man Word? Fuck em yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin' Whatever
