Lyrics:

Hook: Big B
I was born in the Ghetto, Raised in the Ghetto
Ain't nobody taking it (Bizzy: Born in the Ghetto)



[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
The Ghetto would always gon' hold me down
Picking me up when I'm flat on the ground
Lifting me up through the dirt that I found
Taking me well beyond leaps and bounds
Sold to the mound? soul to the clown
Little window

It don't get no better when I get a little Henny kinfolk some Indo
Dead in my tracks like Kimbo, slam back another 6'4
Sip slow, got ? on my mind, flipping I'm fine
Back to that ghetto smhetto
Back to the basics back to the missions
My niggas no kidding I get on this plane and I'm going insane and I'm sharing my rhythm been working on second winds
I'm second to none, seconds to win
Seconds to run
First to lose it, worst to come
Sippin on booze
Forever young
That's real talk, come at you young
You can hear my real heart
It's real dark
Back where I'm from
That's cause they'll kill ya
Mamma told me get money but don't be no dummy but she was so caught up I thought I was nothing I'm probably something method is complex

I'm probably something
Fuck it, (What), I'm ghetto
Buckets (What), I'm ghetto
Shawty know how to party
Little ghetto in all of us


[Verse 2: Flesh-n-Bone]
I was conceived in the back seat, of my Granddaddy's Caddy
Momma had me, she was 17 and my Pappy, was a Marine
Big dreams living in the ghetto, brick cities seven levels
Roses don't grow threw concrete streets loaded with heavy metal
Chase paper and chase the devil
We can dance up under the moonlight
We can all fight fuck it bars and stripes, red blue and white
Listen at the shit I say, 'bout to sway as I convey
Everyday it's payday no they ain't fucking around
My thugs persuade
These niggas you see me wit' bitch
We got way more to lose
They call me Sticky got an itchy trigger finger niggas hog all your brews up
We can kick it like trues man get it in
Wit' a known motherfucker how to win
This is a trend, we set it again and again I
Guess I'm


Plenty niggas that's from my set
Sign a motherfucker's check you can't even cash well that's your ass fool
Imma let it rest
7/11 I'm breaking ?
Making it out the Ghetto I'm living swell now

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
I was born with a strike against me
Then they told me that life is empty
I don't like it but the fight is in me
Never ever would I give 'em my rights don't tempt me
Move forward, tunnel vision
I channel my energy without a collision they feeling the synergy all the decisions I'm making broadcasts like a television
It's all in the ether
It's either I make it or somebody dead
Cause I'm tired, I'm
I'm ready to ride, rebelling cause Satan a lie
Momma sit back gimme some patience
For the Lord, no limits, no waiting

In the ghetto wit' Layzie
Too long we been dealing wit' the stress and the pressure of working with lesser than less

No one would help for the drama was too much to measure, pleasure
Only came when we could make her smile
Treasure every day I can make her proud
Better one day
Wait, how 'bout now?
Together we pray, all out loud
I'm down, I'm not out
I found a way to get out
Said I couldn't do it put my mind to it
? doing find a way out
Bring back the love for the kids
Like look what I did, you can do this
You always can make it, wherever you live

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