Freeway, Rell - Victim of the Ghetto lyrics

Ch down in my area
Chk a chk uh real shit nigga uh it's the ROC
Yeah free yea uh feel me pa pause yo yo

I was born in west but migrated to north
Remember cold nights grindin' AK in a Taurus
Four door for the stick up
Boys if they want war
Fiends comin' all night all I
Heard was four more rocks in the cap
When it was jumpin' me and Rell hit dances
You could pick me out the
Crowd rockin' the cap but things change
Cause my man Rell fightin' a body
On State Road where it's so cold
Rockin' his blues i roll with the ROC
Still trynna rock at a show
Shit ain't like 98' niggas pockets is low
Which way do I go? Indictments blew over
Man whipped a few shoulders
Shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow
Me, I'm in the studio switchin' the flow
Changin' the style
My son and daughter need pampers
Cause they just shittin' them up
And changin' the size
My man Just quipped the Jags
See the change in his eyes

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area

My man blingin' platinum wheel, platinum gat
Took a trip down south
Came back with platinum caps
I'm still tryna write platinum raps
But made a slight change from verse one
Started jugglin' packs
It's like I'm travelin' backwards
Rewindin' the time
Putting four on nine, must be outta my mind
Huh, nine, get it outta my palm
Just grab four and a half
Get it outta my trunk
Free we need you at the studio, out to lunch
Out on the block
These niggas just pulled out on my man
And the only rock I worry bout
Is right on my face we bout to go shake
Rattle his block with no plans
Shots fired, cops came, but I'm a grown man
I stick around till my clip is empty
Cops threw me on the ground
When my clip got empty
Now bars is all I see
A thug is all I'll ever be

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area

I got 11 in, I was facin' a dub
Got nine left, my clique show love
They write back
My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown
Said he hold chrome, run blocks
And write raps wrote him right back
Told him I control the bones
Try to play the phone
We could rhyme and hold wax
Leave that drug shit alone
Don't forget you grown
It'll put you places where your mind
Can't get you back from
Little nigga ain't write me back since
Still supply the jail, L pridgen you got mail
It's probably all the letters you wrote him
What you mean? All the fucked
Up shit you told him
This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quotin'
(uh huh) right out her letter, Little Di
Got popped in the head tryna
Steal a nigga leather
That's what the cops said but the
Streets could tell you better

And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell, drugs
Cause, I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money
Bust slugs
Cause, I'm just another product of the ghetto

This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
This is how it goes down
In these ghetto streets
This is how it goes down in my area