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

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

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

Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) ‘Cause that's the life when you're livin' in the (ghetto) And eatin' in the (ghetto) Ghetto, that's the life (ghetto livin') When you're livin' in the (ghetto) Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto livin') Oh, eatin' in

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

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

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 in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

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 in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in 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 in you my road dogz

Tada tada ta tata Tat tada tada Fi di yute dem inna di struggle Ghetto yute like di teacher But we love life doh Mi grow wid 4 sista one bredda Madda n mi fadda weh keep we togetha