Ghetto - Obie Trice

Whoooo

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

I’m from the motherfucking slums where the cops don’t come

Turn the lights on and the bugs don’t run

You ain’t shit without no gun

In the ghetto (ghetto)

Ghetto (ghetto)

I’m from where diapers full of feces

We’s endangered species

Bodies lay in traffic, that’s right, where the streets be You ain’t seen nothing this obscene from no TV

You would have to be me to feel what Obie’s speaking

Bodies leak like steel pipes, it’s real creepy

Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee’s

You’re boring me with your story, I’m a Detroitee

Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison

You don’t want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin

Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor decisions

A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up cola take a lick

To my tongue, numb from the shit

My nuts hung since I was a young one

And that’s just the slum fuck of it

I’m pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm

My momma can’t save me her gender is wrong

On my own in this jungle that niggaz call home

What?

His momma died from a lump in her D cup

Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks

It’s like a habitual situation, we stuck

The ritual is for niggaz to grab they nuts

And just soak all this bullshit up, where I’m from?

I’m from real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard

Welfare scarers just most chicks’ll buy them broad

Pimping the government cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz live it up Cause you ain’t heard?

Bird got birds

But the nigga got murd’cause niggaz felt he ain’t deserve

What he was worth, he ain’t a real nigga from the turf

He was birth with money, that’s why they left him bloody

I’m from the streets where most these niggaz nutty

I adapt to em, I’m exactly in tuned with 'em

Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans

Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins

Whoaa!