Born in the Ghetto (feat. Big B) - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Big B

The Ghetto would always gon' hold me down

Picking me up when I’m flat on the ground

Lifting me up through the dirt that I found

Taking me well beyond leaps and bounds

Sold to the mound?

soul to the clown

Little window

It don’t get no better when I get a little Henny kinfolk some Indo

Dead in my tracks like Kimbo, slam back another 6'4

Sip slow, got?

on my mind, flipping I’m fine

Back to that ghetto smhetto

Back to the basics back to the missions

My niggas no kidding I get on this plane and I’m going insane and I’m sharing

my rhythm been working on second winds

I’m second to none, seconds to win

Seconds to run

First to lose it, worst to come

Sippin on booze

Forever young

That’s real talk, come at you young

You can hear my real heart

It’s real dark

Back where I’m from

That’s cause they’ll kill ya

Mamma told me get money but don’t be no dummy but she was so caught up I

thought I was nothing I’m probably something method is complex

I’m probably something

Fuck it, (What), I’m ghetto

Buckets (What), I’m ghetto

Shawty know how to party

Little ghetto in all of us

I was conceived in the back seat, of my Granddaddy’s Caddy

Momma had me, she was 17 and my Pappy, was a Marine

Big dreams living in the ghetto, brick cities seven levels

Roses don’t grow threw concrete streets loaded with heavy metal

Chase paper and chase the devil

We can dance up under the moonlight

We can all fight fuck it bars and stripes, red blue and white

Listen at the shit I say, 'bout to sway as I convey

Everyday it’s payday no they ain’t fucking around

My thugs persuade

These niggas you see me wit' bitch

We got way more to lose

They call me Sticky got an itchy trigger finger niggas hog all your brews up

We can kick it like trues man get it in

Wit' a known motherfucker how to win

This is a trend, we set it again and again I

Guess I’m

Plenty niggas that’s from my set

Sign a motherfucker’s check you can’t even cash well that’s your ass fool

Imma let it rest

7/11 I’m breaking?

Making it out the Ghetto I’m living swell now

I was born with a strike against me

Then they told me that life is empty

I don’t like it but the fight is in me

Never ever would I give 'em my rights don’t tempt me

Move forward, tunnel vision

I channel my energy without a collision they feeling the synergy all the

decisions I’m making broadcasts like a television

It’s all in the ether

It’s either I make it or somebody dead

Cause I’m tired, I’m

I’m ready to ride, rebelling cause Satan a lie

Momma sit back gimme some patience

For the Lord, no limits, no waiting

In the ghetto wit' Layzie

Too long we been dealing wit' the stress and the pressure of working with

lesser than less

No one would help for the drama was too much to measure, pleasure

Only came when we could make her smile

Treasure every day I can make her proud

Better one day

Wait, how 'bout now?

Together we pray, all out loud

I’m down, I’m not out

I found a way to get out

Said I couldn’t do it put my mind to it?

doing find a way out

Bring back the love for the kids

Like look what I did, you can do this

You always can make it, wherever you live