Big Noyd, Joell Ortiz - Ghetto lyrics
[Big Noyd, Joell Ortiz - Ghetto lyrics]
Six blocks ghetto child
Runnin wild causin terror crack slinger
Rap singer from the Juice Crew era
Sippin OE, blowin trees, gun up in my leather
I'm live with them 45 nines and Berettas
I'm (ghetto) , you can find me in the hood
Sippin on a cold brew, twistin backwoods
If the spot get rushed
Then drugs get flushed
And if you not down to ride
Niggas can't bang with us
We runnin round Mobbin, runnin round robbin
You lookin like food and my niggas is starvin
So share your spoon or meet my goons
I got homies up north that'll be home soon
That keep it
(ghetto) and man they don't stunt
All they need is a 20, a kush and one blunt
Don't front, you can't blame us
We made the hood famous
The 41st side where we
Speak that Dunn language
We keep it ghetto, everyday stackin dough
Never slippin, pimpin, mackin hoes
Gangsters, hustlers, you already know
(Infamous, Niggas can't bang with us)
Yo N-o-y-d (I got you) You got me? Aight then
Let's run the frontline together
These niggas hypemen
Background clowns who ain't never
Spent a night in the gutter where jokin on
Muthafuckas lead to fightin
But not fists, I'm talkin 'bout Glocks, 5ths
Ninas mac-11's, 38's, specials
Choppers and street sweepers
Rarely will you see a nigga
Throw up meat beaters hands only do damage
With canons you meet Jesus
Loud shots till the cow stops
I mean the beef ceases
Either one, you still numb
Stuck in a deep freezer
In the hood it's winter all year round
We keep heaters
Hollow tips in that clip, you don't drip
You leak liters every other day a nigga get
Smoked like cheap reefer
Every 10 minutes a ho
Get coked and skeet-skeeters
Put a helmet on your man
These bitches dangerous the Infamous
(Infamous, Niggas can't bang with us)
Hey yo dunn, that shit that kill me - MC's
Claimin they ghetto and don't live it
You know
How they bust they guns and stay killin
Or how they did time for
Crimes in state prison
Or how they sold drugs on they
Block - but who didn't? It's the
(ghetto) where we stay pissy
Drunk and weeded up
We flip work on the hill, nigga
Then re it up
You know the homies in the hood g'd up
We keep bitches in the cut
And 22's on the truck
Give a fuck, I ain't playin
I been thuggin since a juvenile
A young g slingin dope, weed and runnin wild
The fiends know me as the kid who got it
Up and down the strip, 24 7 I will supply it
In the
(ghetto) I dug pockets, started riots
I'm the flyest
Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects
Son, I get it rockin
For the cake I get it poppin
The jakes wanna knock him and
The haters can't stop him
Runnin wild causin terror crack slinger
Rap singer from the Juice Crew era
Sippin OE, blowin trees, gun up in my leather
I'm live with them 45 nines and Berettas
I'm (ghetto) , you can find me in the hood
Sippin on a cold brew, twistin backwoods
If the spot get rushed
Then drugs get flushed
And if you not down to ride
Niggas can't bang with us
We runnin round Mobbin, runnin round robbin
You lookin like food and my niggas is starvin
So share your spoon or meet my goons
I got homies up north that'll be home soon
That keep it
(ghetto) and man they don't stunt
All they need is a 20, a kush and one blunt
Don't front, you can't blame us
We made the hood famous
The 41st side where we
Speak that Dunn language
We keep it ghetto, everyday stackin dough
Never slippin, pimpin, mackin hoes
Gangsters, hustlers, you already know
(Infamous, Niggas can't bang with us)
Yo N-o-y-d (I got you) You got me? Aight then
Let's run the frontline together
These niggas hypemen
Background clowns who ain't never
Spent a night in the gutter where jokin on
Muthafuckas lead to fightin
But not fists, I'm talkin 'bout Glocks, 5ths
Ninas mac-11's, 38's, specials
Choppers and street sweepers
Rarely will you see a nigga
Throw up meat beaters hands only do damage
With canons you meet Jesus
Loud shots till the cow stops
I mean the beef ceases
Either one, you still numb
Stuck in a deep freezer
In the hood it's winter all year round
We keep heaters
Hollow tips in that clip, you don't drip
You leak liters every other day a nigga get
Smoked like cheap reefer
Every 10 minutes a ho
Get coked and skeet-skeeters
Put a helmet on your man
These bitches dangerous the Infamous
(Infamous, Niggas can't bang with us)
Hey yo dunn, that shit that kill me - MC's
Claimin they ghetto and don't live it
You know
How they bust they guns and stay killin
Or how they did time for
Crimes in state prison
Or how they sold drugs on they
Block - but who didn't? It's the
(ghetto) where we stay pissy
Drunk and weeded up
We flip work on the hill, nigga
Then re it up
You know the homies in the hood g'd up
We keep bitches in the cut
And 22's on the truck
Give a fuck, I ain't playin
I been thuggin since a juvenile
A young g slingin dope, weed and runnin wild
The fiends know me as the kid who got it
Up and down the strip, 24 7 I will supply it
In the
(ghetto) I dug pockets, started riots
I'm the flyest
Psychotic MC who emerged from the projects
Son, I get it rockin
For the cake I get it poppin
The jakes wanna knock him and
The haters can't stop him