Poor Righteous Teachers - Miss Ghetto lyrics

Yo for truly
We representing for the love of this
(this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to
All my niggas in
Central New Jerusalem all the
Brothers who picked up
That ring after I put it down, and took
Miss Ghetto to be their
Unlawfully wedded wives
You know what I'm saying
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine
It's like that and you don't stop
She like cocaine, running around my brain
(true) miss Ghetto be like cocaine
Running around your brain

I know some crack slangers
Gangbangers and cracker shankers
They soldier-trainers
Teaching their kids to murder strangers


They live for danger
They express the "dying anger"
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of
Loot and Swiss bankers the finest weapons
Packing tri-action Smith and Wesson's
Unlike the 80s, ladies packing sigma 380s
The shit is crazy
But it's life to ghetto babies
They gotta eat
So the streets provide the gravy
I thought I maybe
I could show 'em the other way G
Of Gods and Earths
Resurrected through mental birth
From death to life
Teaching niggas of every type
The wrongs and rights
To put an end to living trife
The black man is God
The 12th jewel is thirteen
The pursuit of it can make
Savages out of kings cause blush
To live with these niggas is in a rush
In God they trust, so they sell crack to us
Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash
To look thrash, to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall
In love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut
So I'm divorcing you bitch, bust it

I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing

She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get
I'm staying in the projects)

Down in my gutter
Just like others there's teenage mothers
The dying brothers
Shooting out with one another
They wanted badly
For sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy
Stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing flashy can't be
Caught in fatigue khakis
They're rocking Coogi
Versace and cold boots G
These brothers do it for the love of the life
But I refuse to fall twice and
Take Miss Ghetto to wife
I used to sex her, bust my nut
Get my cash real fast
But that was all that she produced
I felt my life wouldn't last
We used to go to New York
Traffic guns of all sort
When killing became sport street
Life became short
I thought, "Are we junkies
Like these baseheads, yo
They addicted to the crack while
We addicted to dough" for truly
I never meant to fall in love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut
So I'm divorcing you bitch, bust it

I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing

She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get
I'm staying in the projects)

See, there go some niggas that
I used to roll with
Still on that crack and gun shit
Endless pursuit to run shit, bust it
Miss Ghetto got 'em strung out
On the putang cream
That does up Wu Tang fiends
For slinging cocaine, dig it
We used to do the bumper crack for the sex
While making love to the checks
Miss Ghetto's steelo complex
Living trifling, no matter where my life went
Miss Ghetto, my new wife
Went she made it more exciting
Fighting, shooting out, doing all type dirt
Being these, seeing G's putting in that work
Word, we used to keep
A sisters underwear laced
With ganja and freebase and
Bo juice to parlay, flip!
Me and my niggas ran the strip pushing dip
Black cats and plastics
Fucking the minds of black kids
Till one day
I was confronted by this wise old chap
He said, "I know you sell crack but what
You out to kill blacks?"
I wasn't trying to hear it
My excuse sorta weak
I said that we gotta eat
That's why we running these streets
Then he said, "Don't you know that whitey
Give you that coke
That bullshit pursuit of plush that
Got you killing your folks?"
Life, I didn't understand that
Shit back then but now I do so I refuse
To roll with whitey again, bust it

I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing, niggas
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce
Word life I'm bouncing

She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get
I'm staying in the projects)

See girls, you like cocaine
Fucking with my brain
You like cocaine, running around my brain
For the love of this