Lyrics:

[Chorus:] 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] [Verse 1:] 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' [Chorus:] In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city [Naaaaah, mmmmmmm] [Verse 2:] My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers cause in the[ghetto]niggaz 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 niggaz 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