King Los - Ghetto Boy lyrics

I got that
B-More in me yeah that's my problem
(what what)
I rep my city, yeah bitch I got em (na na na)
Fuck what you heard, niggas be wildin'
You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom
Oh, yes lord! Walk like I'm pimpin
Talk like I'm mackin' the projects love me
Yeah boy what's happenin'
I'm finna kill em, I'm finna kill em
I'm on a hunnid, I done hit the ceiling
I'm thinkin fuck these bitches
We go for dollars
And my brothers keeper bitch and
Nino at The Carter the equalizer bitch I'm
Deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
They call an ambulance they ass don't
Stand a chance in Sparta
Oh, no no! I'm out the west side
Just ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
My niggas stacked with AKA's and
Ain't no Kappa Gamma
And now we laughing to the bank
Like na na na na fuck with me!

No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other
(the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in
(the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of
(the ghetto)

I got that hustlers desire, that fire burning
I got that Boyz n The Hood
Mixed with that higher learning
Na na na, niggas is bugging
Niggas ain't fucking with me
They not on my planet, why should I panic
Motherfuckers should be
Thanking the lord that I'm building the ships
So you niggas won't drown in
The midst of the flood
Cuz I'm giving you prophecy
Niggas ain't watching me properly
Bitch I be switching it up
Like a gear on a bike, play if you want
Say what you want, hear what you like
But take what you need
Cause they dear to your life
Fake if you want, I'll be there on the flight
Like, free my ghetto cause we the ghetto
Real boy, cut the strings
We don't need Geppetto
They say there's levels to this shit
Well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would need the devil
He would need a shovel
Bitch I'm deep, all I beat is odds
All I get is that, at least I know
All I need is God, and I can bridge the gap
Keyshia Cole
OMG, he's so cold, I know it's me
At least I'm told
Los bring rap back to life
This shit needs some soul!
You can ask my grandma
I roll because I miss my dad
You can ask my mama
They shot my nigga in the head
Ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive
Na na na na na na fuck with me!

Lost souls and dope fiends (the ghetto)
From what we're told there ain't no kings in
(the ghetto)
Gun shots and caution tape (the ghetto)
Why is an honest dollar so hard to make in
(the ghetto)

No sunshine or feeling better (the ghetto)
Watch em all scatter they'll kill each other
(the ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him proud in
(the ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you make it out of
(the ghetto)