Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Rich, artist - Rich Boy.
Date of issue: 12.03.2007
Song language: English
Ghetto Rich |
Shit, we tryna get it for real… OH! Rich Boy! You niggas |
better get focused… Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka! |
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised |
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K’s |
Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police |
Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police |
'Bama wasn’t made for a nigga to win |
See the color of ya skin get’cha put in the pen |
It’s real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone |
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home |
I be feelin' like the Lord’ll never answer me back |
So I’m holdin' on my gat just in case they attack |
Bullet holes in ya house’ll make it hard to sleep |
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap |
'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends |
It’s real how them penitetiary bars’ll break men |
Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends |
It’s real how them penitetiary bars’ll break men |
It’s where ya live, it’s where ya play |
It’s where ya learn, ya favorite slang |
Your world is, ghetto |
It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from |
It’s where ya had, to tote your gun |
Your world is, ghetto |
Can’t explain how I feel growin' up in the gum |
Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her |
Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate |
Know a couple of niggas ain’t never comin' out the gate |
Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know |
Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don’t show |
But a .44'll get’cha money fast from robbin' |
Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin' |
Government’d never send me a dime for school |
So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool |
I’m a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears |
Young kids where I’m from wear permanent tears |
I’m a product of the block, watch the fiends come back |
Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that |
Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge |
Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags |
Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down |
See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now |
Got a chance to advance so I’m makin' my move |
Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove |
Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home |
Told my mama I’mma leave the dope game alone |
On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God |
Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard |
Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain’t nothin' like the movies |
I’m wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi |
Even if I take a trip around the world and back |
I’m representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at |
Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like |
Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life |
Throw 'em up if ya… ghetto life |
Shit |