Ghetto - Obie Trice

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from where diapers full of feces we’s endangered species

Bodies lay in traffic, that’s right, where the streets be

You ain’t seen nothin' this obscene from no TV

You would have to be me to feel what Obie’s speakin'

Bodies leak like steel pipes, it’s real creepy

Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee’s

You’re borin' me with your story, I’m a Detroitee

Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison

You don’t want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin

Our ambitions is some riders, thrivin' off poor decisions

A blessin' nigga still livin', still pimpin', still visions of

Sittin' in that foreign whip, whippin' up cola, take a lick

To my tongue, numb from the shit

My nuts hung since I was a young one

And that’s just the slum fuck of it

I’m pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm

My mama can’t save me, her gender is wrong

On my own in this jungle that niggas call home

What? His mama died from a lump in her D cup

Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks

It’s like a habitual situation, we stuck

The ritual is for niggas to grab they nuts

And just soak all this bullshit up, where I’m from?

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from real bridge 'cause, for niggas livin' hard

Welfare scarers just most chicks’ll buy them broad

Pimpin' the government 'cause government pimpin' us

Rather see 'em sufferin' than niggas livin' up

'Cause you ain’t heard? Bird got birds

But the nigga got murd' 'cause niggas felt he ain’t deserve

What he was worth, he ain’t a real nigga from the turf

He was birth with money, that’s why they left him bloody

I’m from the streets where most these niggas nutty

I adapt to 'em, I’m exactly in tune with 'em

Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans

Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto

I’m from the motherfuckin' slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto, ghetto