Obie Trice, Trey Songz - Ghetto lyrics
[Obie Trice, Trey Songz - Ghetto lyrics]
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from where diapers full of
Feces we's endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic, that's right
Where the streets be
You ain't seen nothin' this
Obscene from no TV you would have to be me
To feel what Obie's speakin'
Bodies leak like steel pipes
It's real creepy
Ch-ch-ch ha ha ha, Jason Vorhee's
You're borin' me with your story
I'm a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft exploit's me
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison
You don't want it with us nigga
We strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders
Thrivin' off poor decisions
A blessin' nigga still livin', still pimpin'
Still visions of
Sittin' in that foreign whip
Whippin' up cola, take a lick
To my tongue, numb from the shit
My nuts hung since I was a young one
And that's just the slum fuck of it
I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm
My mama can't save me, her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle
That niggas call home
What? His mama died from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks
It's like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for niggas to grab they nuts
And just soak all this bullshit up
Where I'm from?
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from real bridge 'cause
For niggas livin' hard
Welfare scarers just most chicks'll
Buy them broad pimpin' the government 'cause
Government pimpin' us
Rather see 'em sufferin' than
Niggas livin' up
'Cause you ain't heard? Bird got birds
But the nigga got murd' 'cause
Niggas felt he ain't deserve
What he was worth
He ain't a real nigga from the turf
He was birth with money
That's why they left him bloody
I'm from the streets where
Most these niggas nutty
I adapt to 'em, I'm exactly in tune with 'em
Strapped with the Mac that
Extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from where diapers full of
Feces we's endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic, that's right
Where the streets be
You ain't seen nothin' this
Obscene from no TV you would have to be me
To feel what Obie's speakin'
Bodies leak like steel pipes
It's real creepy
Ch-ch-ch ha ha ha, Jason Vorhee's
You're borin' me with your story
I'm a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft exploit's me
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison
You don't want it with us nigga
We strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders
Thrivin' off poor decisions
A blessin' nigga still livin', still pimpin'
Still visions of
Sittin' in that foreign whip
Whippin' up cola, take a lick
To my tongue, numb from the shit
My nuts hung since I was a young one
And that's just the slum fuck of it
I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm
My mama can't save me, her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle
That niggas call home
What? His mama died from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks
It's like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for niggas to grab they nuts
And just soak all this bullshit up
Where I'm from?
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from real bridge 'cause
For niggas livin' hard
Welfare scarers just most chicks'll
Buy them broad pimpin' the government 'cause
Government pimpin' us
Rather see 'em sufferin' than
Niggas livin' up
'Cause you ain't heard? Bird got birds
But the nigga got murd' 'cause
Niggas felt he ain't deserve
What he was worth
He ain't a real nigga from the turf
He was birth with money
That's why they left him bloody
I'm from the streets where
Most these niggas nutty
I adapt to 'em, I'm exactly in tune with 'em
Strapped with the Mac that
Extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherfuckin' slums where
The cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto