Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The World Is A Ghetto, artist - Geto Boys. Album song The Resurrection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
The World Is A Ghetto |
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay |
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by |
Live or die, the world is a ghetto |
Lets take a journey to the other side |
Where many people learn to live with their handicaps |
While others die |
Where muthafuckas had no money spots |
And if they did then they ass went insane |
When all the money stops |
I’m from the ghetto so I’m used to that |
Look on your muthafuckin map and find Texas |
And see where Houston at |
Its on the borderline of hard times |
And it’s seldom that your hear niggas breakin' and givin' God time |
That’s why your ask my ma pray for me |
Because I know that even I got to die |
And he got a day for me |
And every morning I wake up I’m kinda glad to be alive |
Cause thousands of my homeboys died |
And very few died of old age |
In most cases the incident covered up the whole page |
From Amsterdam to Amarillo |
It ain’t no secret |
The world is a ghetto |
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday) |
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay |
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by |
Live or die, the world is a ghetto |
Five hundred niggas died in guerilla warfare |
In a village in Africa, but didn’t nobody care |
They just called up the goddamn gravedigga |
And said come get these muthafuckin niggas |
Just like they do in the 5th Ward |
In the South Park and The Bronx and the Watts |
You know they got crooked cops |
Working for the system |
Makin' po muthafuckas out of victims |
Don’t nobody give a fuck about the po |
It’s double jeopardy if your black or latino |
They got muthafuckin drugs in the slums |
Got us killing one another over crumbs |
Think I’m lying? |
Well muthafucka I got proof |
Name a section in your city where minorities group |
And I’mma show you prostitutes, dope and hard times |
And a murder rate that never declines |
And little babies sittin on the porch smellin' smelly |
Cryin cause they ain’t got no food in they bellies |
They call my neighbourhood a jungle |
And me an animal, like they do the people in Rwanda |
Fools fleeing their countries to come here black |
But see the same bullshit and head right back |
They find out what others already know |
The world is a ghetto |
What’s up outta towner? |
Southern nigga downer |
I wish you would bring your muthafuckin ass around here |
With that hip shit shit from your block |
You fuck around and get shipped back home to ya momma in a pine box |
Cause we don’t play that shit in 5th Ward |
We got killas and hustlas and playas to so nigga disregard |
What your seeing on them western movies |
Cause yo! |
I ain’t never rode a horse before |
Ho, think we slow? |
Smash the gas |
And watch how fast I’ll put these hands on yo' bitch ass |
Try to load them dice, you’ll meet the gravedigga |
Cause game recognize game scheisty ass nigga |
See I done seen fools die for less |
Than a goddamn cigarette butt, for fuckin' wit my set |
So get that frown off your face busta |
Cause you ghetto ain’t no harder than mine |
Muthafucka |
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday) |
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay |
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by |
Live or die, the world is a ghetto |