Wu-Tang Clan, Cappadonna - Little Ghetto Boys lyrics

Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
Word up, niggas is stupid
Look out for the cops man
Look out for the cops
Yo it was on last year Son huh? Fuck
Them cops word
Scrape them niggas
Niggas want two hundred grand over the table
Like this that shit looks pretty
Yo i don't know what the fuck made
Em in they own mind pass the weed off man
Think they could come f -
They could fuck wit this Dunn o G
The Mexican niggas is definitely
Buggin the fuck mike's was crystal, erythang
Other Mexicans be all the fuck
Up on your shit nigga aiyyo you got a light?
Excuse me can you put that out please?
Oh shit for what? For what?
Jiggy could you please put that out?
For what? I ain't puttin
Put the shit out now!
I ain't puttin shit out!
Up against the fuckin wall!
Up against the fuckin wall!
The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!
Slap fire out! Oh no no no no no no no
Get your shit right get what?
We gonna swerve on these niggas
One time that's my word
"What you gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility"
That's comin from Louis Rich
Baggin, you know what time
It is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Put them cracks down you just
Started slanging two months ago
What up with Larry Francisco tell him
To let that bitch go
Why you standing there? Posing you
Like Donna Karan wear nigga save that
The same shit you had it last year
You be running with them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo
We never turn to dick riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that shit gon live what he
Did - what this nigga said
Remember when his mans got there
The whole shit was set up shut up
Whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some
Niggas in Medina askin me
"You know some niggas in the gold E-Class
" splash to me yo that shit you had in Vegas
Yo, it could have got us both sprayed up
They seen the Ac, noticed Jada
Hair salon, treating shorty like Quran
Her fam major swing kingpins you
Won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a car wash now
Her little Keon doing triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
For a half a cake, play the shank
Maybe bite her
Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake
Now watch the breakdown
(face responsibility)
She fainted at her baby wake
Now yo watch the breakdown

Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto street

Yo all of y'all niggas got
The whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes down to this
Not a licensed driver
Show y'all niggas whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nothing but experience placed upon track
With the true sound, not lying out the crown
When we not working we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
That get on the mic then throw your cliché
Half the East coast sounding just like Rae
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this
Kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, Cappaccino the great
Fly cherry head niggas like
Planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
If you want some then stop
Fronting is the issue
It's my turn, live niggas could pass
Two-faced rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water while
My thoughts get published

What you gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy
Playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up (1336448)
What you gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy
Playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

One is invulnerable, in fact
It involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques
It's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred
And eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing