Lyrics Child Of The Ghetto - Cam'Ron

Child Of The Ghetto

Let’s do the Eastside one time
Metro North, East river, Wilson, Club 99
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver
Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem
I don’t care if you a old head, or a young buck
I’m not a elevator, I’m no come-up
Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down
Whole clique, blow pounds
Silencers steady, that’s no sound
Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round
Here we go now, I’m the owner
You the pitcher, this block is your mound
Buildin' a beast so villains can eat
I reside on the West, chilled on the East
If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip
I lived in the nine, stayed in the projects
Scored 39 then I wait for a profit
Taught, pull the 9 then I spray up a object
Homie, don’t confuse me, pardon mine
I’m the Harlem World Karlton Hines
Get it right nigga
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree
Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
Killa, uh, uh.
I don’t really buy jewelry, I take 'em
I don’t listen to artists dog, I break 'em
I don’t really look at movies, I make 'em
I’m filet mignon, and you a steak-um
Any beef, I’ma open it probably
I got some dudes hopin' ya try me
I got hoes, sell coke in a lobby
I’m rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby
You peepin' at candy, heat did they hand me
I be in the Lamby, you with your family
Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit
You’re roller bladin', circus and picnics
The underworld, the circuit I live in
You keep your biscuit, we’re workin' with chickens
That’s the rules that were laid to me
Why you think they call me KFC
You don’t know me homie
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree
Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
Killa, Killa.
'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out
Grant’s Tomb, balled out in Laguardia house
Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse
Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies
It come to her-on, the biggest of Dons
Since, Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes (snitch)
Triggers and bombs, hit the alarm
I would, kick in the door, click on ya moms
I fell to the arm, in jail we roasted
If bail was there, bail got posted
Like, in Boston at one point boo
The bail it was 1 point 2, get the money nigga
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree
Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me