The Ghetto - Lil' Flip

In this world I’m gon' pity

I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

In this world I’m gon' pity

I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)

I got payed in the (ghetto)

Alot of gangsta’s got made in the (ghetto)

Alot of wanksta’s got, got in the (ghetto)

Got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal

I use to hang out with the ol' G’s and peep game

They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change

Now it’s eight years later and I run shit

Kiss the ring cause now I’m on some dumb shit

And I ain’t with that kissing ass shit dawg

You owe me stacks, don’t hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers

I can spitt it from the head I don’t need a piece of loose sleeve paper

You wonder why I never mix and mingle

I’d rather roll a dutch and mix my single

And I don’t know about ya’ll but I’m workin

And I don’t know about you but I ain’t hurtin'

In this world I’m gon' pity

I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

My neighborhood ain’t shit like Mister Rogers

Cause in the (ghetto)niggas quick to squabble

Everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care

Shit the game ain’t fair-alot of ya’ll never come back to the (ghetto)

Cause ya’ll greedy ass fuck

Niggas don’t take care of they kids they’d rather by a new truck

You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood

Cause when the D’s post up it’s goin down in the hood

It’s understood that more paper, bring more haters

Everybody wanna coach but we need more players

In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis

I’m stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

In this world I’m gon' pity

I was raised in the ghetto-out the city

(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

Something is holdin me back