Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ghetto, artist - Ghetts. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F Radio
Song language: English
The Ghetto |
| I’m off when I re-collide |
| Breaking wide |
| Let me break it down, I ain’t taking a break tonight |
| I still gotta weigh the brown |
| In a police chase, I ain’t gonna break for the lights |
| I’m going all out |
| Full speed, I’ll cool down |
| We’re the |
| I’m with Unique, mixing, acing a |
| You can never be our fate to collide |
| Jakes are way behind |
| Not even a plate to recite |
| Can’t wait till I arrive |
| To a place that’s safe when I write |
| It’s just a minor setback |
| I’m on my grind, respect that |
| Life’s full of regrets |
| But I promise you when I’m pulling this TEC |
| It’s bullets in heads |
| I’m on some get-money-quick shit |
| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass |
| You get duppied quick |
| If you ain’t got a g-pass |
| Your head must be hit |
| Time waits for no man |
| The clock’s ticking |
| I’m on the block, pitching |
| Rock ceiling |
| Straight from a hot kitchen |
| Listen, I’m driven by every shilling |
| My life’s thrilling |
| Nice cars and nice women |
| I write bars when I’m chilling |
| And I’ll spit when I’m given the riddim |
| I’ve got niggas who are living in the prison |
| And God willing, I’ll see 'em again |
| For now, I’m swinging the pen |
| When I buss, there ain’t gonna be an attempt |
| It’s more like me in a Benz or me in a BM |
| Leave in your wife’s house at 3PM |
| I’ll burst your momma like TNs |
| I’m worth more than 3 M’s |
| I’m on some get-money-quick shit |
| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass |
| You get duppied quick |
| If you ain’t got a g-pass |
| Your head must be hit |
| Uh-huh, you know, okay |
| When the moons come out |
| The goons come out |
| We like when it’s dark |
| Nowadays, you won’t see the fight in the park |
| Me, I might see a knife in the heart |
| Of a close friend, that’s what it’s like in the dance |
| And it won’t end, I still got beef on my own ends |
| My man know when I roll up a like a loader |
| I guarantee no bomb would touch a phone |
| Nobody would ring an alarm |
| I got the ting on my palm |
| You want beef? |
| Man bringing the bomb |
| And I won’t be swinging my arm |
| Right about now |
| I’m thinking about |
| Some are willing to blast |
| I ain’t leave with no witness |
| Nobody’s singing to narks |
| I’m in so deep, I’m swimming sharks |
| I’m on some get-money-quick shit |
| Nothing but ski masks, when we pass |
| You get duppied quick |
| If you ain’t got a g-pass |
| Your head must be hit |