A hundred grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil Hoo,

Tú serás para siempre Lo más que quiero yo Yo seré para ti En tu soledad Yo sé que no dejas de pensar al igual que yo Cuando hacíamos el amor Un triste recuerdo Y ya todo has borrado Un triste recuerdo

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord Dem a tell 'nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud Using the name of the Lord in vein While the people in the ghetto, feel 'nough pain And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me,

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street

Hablando claro quiero recorrer Quiero sentirme dentro de tu piel Yo quiero amarte más que ayer Todo de ti y saciar tu sed Te quiero amar y más que ayer Todo de ti, saciar tu sed Hoy me levanté pensando en lo que fuimos En cómo gritabas mi nombre la

Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your

Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old

I'm ghetto, excuse me My life is a movie Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me Can't make no excuses Excuse me, excuse me Yeah, I came from the mud Came from the bottom Spot 'em, I got 'em I bought a bandana for 600 dollars

Stop wastin' time One more breath One more time in the ghetto One more time if you please One more time for the dying man One more time if you please now One more time