Lyrics:

[Hook]
Don't you know?
That it's true
That for me and you
You know the world iz a ghetto

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
I've been around the world and I've learned one thing
More people are living like bums than like kings
The truth is, the ghetto is a state of mind that you achieve
I'm more ghetto than you can believe
That's where my head's at
It's what I talk about in my raps
No matter how much cash I get, I can't forget where I came from
Where I was taught to aim my guns
Where the cops taught a nigga to run
Where I learned to fight
Bitches taught a nigga how to fuck right
I used to bust raps underneath the street lights
It's money, baby
That's the game, all ghettos are the same
Too many people, not enough cash
In comes the evil
Somebody gonna blast, somebody gonna die
A mama's gonna cry, kneel at the body, look up and say 'Why?'
Don't ask to understand it, don't even try

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Liroy]
Nie wiem co widzisz ty, ale wiem co widzę ja
Chciałoby się krzyczeć, kiedy frajer mówi 'sza'
W telewizji widzę, w wiadomościach
Widzę na ulicy (co?) bezdomnego gościa
On wyciąga rękę, widzę też panienkę
Czeka na frajera, który da jej banknot, który ma dwa zera
Za kawałek cipy, w koło same VIPy
Gucci, Rolexy, Mercedesy i zielone kwity
I co z tego, już nie widzą bezdomnego
Co wyciąga rękę po kawałek chleba, a tak niewiele trzeba
Aby zmienić dzień chujowy w odrobinę nieba
W tym momencie kop na cyce, zaliczona gleba
Koleś leży - Rolex zmienia właściciela
Nie ma Mercedesa i nie ma też portfela
Taki obraz znam, taki widzę, opisuję
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Polska 2001 - ja pierdolę!
Patrzę w telewizor i testuję nerwy
Zamiast wziąć się za porządki, pierdolą bez przerwy
Farmazony, polityczne kurwy i kondony
Kaczka czy pies, dla mnie jedna świnia
Cała sytuacja to jedna wielka kpina
Kłótnia przy korycie o stołki i talary
A dla ludzi haracz oraz kary

[Hook/Scratch]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
But there's something in the ghetto that is nowhere else
It's the love that we have ourself although we lack wealth
Reaching many of the places just take time
And looking to the kids faces, all the single mother
Working two jobs for a fam, determined
To make it with or without the man, the little boy
Bouncing his ball, little girl with the violin
Have a dream of Carnegie Hall, yo
Man on the wheelchair smile at the north, makes all my problems seem
So small, cause in the ghetto you're taught
To get up when you fall, shake it off
And everything that ain't ghetto seems so soft
People from the ghetto got a pride in them, a common bond
Survival you can call it, if you wanna
From Warsaw streets to South Central Corners
From Poland to California, the world iz a ghetto

[Hook]

[Tekst - Rap Genius Polska]