Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying Which path mi grow Ghetto, bare mad people mi know Ghetto, wickeder than action show Hungry days wi know Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro Long rifle a shrub out Regular

Ooh now now now You’re my candy pop Candy candy pop pop You’re my candy candy pop pop 君の honey honey な笑顔に 君は candy pop Hey sweetie, sweetie Sweetie, sweetie

Get up let's break those chains now and party all night long We're a small crowd left to rotten, there's not many hard souls left As the pop is growing stronger, will metal fade away Will we be broken, will we go down? No! We'll never fall we�re

I said hold on, bro wait, I'ma be fine I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunch time, molly got her on time Fuck niggas

Here's my story and I'm stickin' to it Shh, they're about to start the movie Hear ye, hear ye Disturbing Tha Peace presents, "Theater of the Mind" Get your popcorn, get your popcorn You scoot over to the left a little bit Single file line now It's an

You can never go back Welcome to reality Welcome to our reality Full of hate and brutality We all want something to believe You can never go back, you can never go back I'm addicted to the ashes and water Clouds my vision as it rolls away Bury me so

You ain't got them boxes all done up You ain't on the block 'til the sun up You ain't got your Glock for the summer And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah) You ain't never rid on no devils You ain't with the

"It's time" "She's gone hasn't she, Michael?" "Thank you, Mary Poppins" "I won't forget Mary Poppins " So hold on tight to those you love And maybe soon from up above You'll be blessed so keep on looking high While you're underneath the lovely London sky

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I