Ghetts - Blow 4 Blow lyrics

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) ghetto
I'm gonna get real creative on this one yeah
I can feel it okay
Lyrical genius lyrical genius
Haha

We can go toe to toe, blow for blow
Knife to knife
Chrome to chrome for stone for stone
I don't need a crew, so, I hope to know
I can hold my own on road, I'm known
I'm old school like a Rolling Stone
You only just got used to being home alone
Know your own, what the fuck are you smoking
Bro?
See me when you see me, don't phone my phone
You said you're gonna roast my dome, but no
You won't
If your people wanna get involved, fine by me
Don't be another dead on ITV
I'm in an eagle, let me let it blow
It's time to see who's finally ready
For a gun fight with me
Or I'll just beat you with a metal chord
It's five v three
So if you're six foot and under
You'll be five feet deep
You and your people, them just better know
I'm a beast and I like to eat and I
Don't mean rice and peas
Sharp like a needle injecting coke
But nothing like a fiend
Niggas don't like my team
This ain't a game like B-Ball
It's hell on road, life is mean
Niggas that like machines will take your life
Look feeble but they're killers, though
With nine in jeans, with five to squeeze
You don't want it with this kind of team

To be continued, pricks