Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair niggas used to come and get me

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghettoghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

King selassie Mek dem well brighttt And endorse di ghetto youth dem Africa shall rise Yuh nuh see seh poor people a get wise Who nuh ramp with me again Endorse di ghetto youth dem Yuh nuh see seh jah jah people a get wise Jerusalem shall rise

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 ghettoghetto, feel 'nough pain And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me,

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz

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 child needs a