Ghetto America (Snippet) - Joe Budden

No, I ain’t the type to be toyed with, played with

Or played like, «Nah, not at all my man»

me and all my fam

With them M16's and them 4's in hand

And if it’s against me, abort that plan, it’s like

Just when you thought he wasn’t lookin', I saw that man

Turn into Jigsaw, I might saw that man

Then somebody might snitch like, «I saw that man»

Turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour

Fans Hampton and

Nah, never ran, not a coward

Keep a gun by me, I learnt that from Cam up in

«Fam, you want grams of that powder?»

Some dirty dudes with me like they ain’t big fans of the shower

Me?

I let the mouths of

And hire your house out like I’m Angela

Ghetto America, lend me your ear

Got some things that I need you to hear

And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud

Those the only things us ghetto niggas about

Now Jersey (Come on) Queens niggas (Come on)

Brooklyn (Ow!) Harlem (Come on)

Ladies get naked, niggas can get

Know I’ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why