Turk, B.G. - Ghetto Pass lyrics

You know a ghetto pass is
Like a mother fucking passport
Especially in my hood oh you
Gon need that bitch
You gon need that I know my shit valid valid
Stamped in every hood you heard me this
Is how we gon tonight look

My ghetto pass valid my ghetto pass good
My ghetto pass certified
In each and every hood i wish it never would
I wish a nigga try to come up in my hood
That homie out his mind
You better know somebody (anybody)
You better know somebody
With some respect they goin
To find both of your bodies
My shit good in LA my shit good in the A
My shit good in the H in all fifty states
I have been a baby gangster who
Have been through it all


Now I’m a triple OG nigga I
Shot cold nigga I kick back
Nigga I lay low I increase in
New Orleans is very cut road
It’s like a rough state not even
Well done my advise is never
Leave home without your fucking gun
Cause that’s called slipping
That’s because you don’t beg you might
Have a chance if you
Have your ghetto pass you better not
Come up in my hood without
No ghetto pass you might leave with that
Bitch up in a body bag
I might let go and sperge you
Of everything you have all because
You don’t have that fucking ghetto pass
You cannot come up in my
Hood without no ghetto pass you might
Leave with that bitch up in
A body bag I might let go and
Sperge you of everything you have
All because you don’t have
That fucking ghetto pass

I’m from uptown I rep that uptown
No matter where i’m at nigga
I know that about i keep it G nigga HB nigga
I’m yelling free BG nigga
Until he free nigga you know
Me nigga young Turk forever
I’m on parole so I’m cooling
Still collecting money ghetto
Pass I respect worldwide I still
About that gutter shit so
Nigga don’t try man make a
Nigga catch a body get
Another tear drop another body
Yea homicide where the
Hell about nobody who can testify
Drop drop that bag on
You if you don’t have that ghetto
Pass you be frozen in the
Morgue with your toe tagged you
Know I know somebody
That knows somebody I get your ass
Out the front like Illuminati

You can’t come up in my
Hood without no ghetto pass
You might leave with that bitch up
In A body bag I might
Let go and sperge you of everything you have
All because you don’t have
That fucking ghetto pass
You can’t come up in my
Hood without no ghetto pass
You might leave with that bitch up
In A body bag I might
Let go and sperge you of everything you have
All because you don’t have
That fucking ghetto pass

Oh well you should have had
That mother fucker with you
It ain’t my fault that they
Making T-Shirts with your picture
You know you beefin and spinning
On a niggas turf
You booting up you must really
Want to get hurting we got D’s on the Glocks
Rounds only K’s these the
Hardest niggas we the New Orleans niggas
Live for the gun play and please
Don’t let that nigga have no
Chat on your head
In less than 24 hour you ass
Dead once that nigga got that
First stack of body and make your
Way with a nigga you think
It’s your daddy I know niggas been hating
On me so I eat with it
I got to sleep with it wake up
And brush my teeth with it
Beast with it I came from uptown but
I’m a living legend I will
Be all out of bounds nigga know
And come behind me believe
That I’m a made man with a certified chain

You can’t come up in my
Hood without no ghetto pass
You might leave with that bitch up
In A body bag I might
Let go and sperge you of everything you have
All because you don’t have
That fucking ghetto pass
You can’t come up in my
Hood without no ghetto pass
You might leave with that bitch up
In A body bag I might
Let go and sperge you of everything you have
All because you don’t have
That fucking ghetto pass