Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Children , by - Juvenile. Release date: 02.11.1998
Song language: English
Ghetto Children |
| In these times we gotta hustle cause our pockets be hurt |
| Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work |
| Is she ready for that, you wanna wash the bus |
| Let a nigga know where they at so ain’t no stoppin' us |
| If you handle yo business right I’ma promote yo ass |
| You bitch out and try to kite I’ma come smoke yo ass |
| The shit that I’m givin' you they tryin' blood ta get |
| The vicks be runnin' through because they love the shit |
| So don’t come with that no one buy it the shit was poo |
| Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through |
| Snitches I can’t have that |
| Bitches I can’t have that |
| Riches you can have that |
| Just bring me my cash back |
| Look its all gravy with me go head and shine |
| That’s how you play it with me ya big tyme |
| All I want is the Gs |
| With a trunk full of keys |
| A Benz on twenties |
| You got something you can lend me |
| Shit nigga I ain’t doing nothin' for me for free |
| Can’t put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' ta run G |
| Cause I don’t like dreamin' 'bout makin' no cheese |
| Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |
| Now I’m on some shit again |
| Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan |
| Hundreds I’m considerin' |
| Lex it for a million |
| Catch it nigga I’m killin' 'em |
| They spot but I ain’t feelin' 'em |
| My jacket off appearin' them |
| Some a say it’s numerary |
| Partners in for sipperin' |
| Juvenile is different |
| Look at what I did to them |
| Niggas wearin' Reeboks instead of Nikes and Timbalands |
| Bitch niggas I be tippin' 'em |
| My mac nine it be flippin' 'em |
| Some of these niggas is tryin' ta run G |
| So I be gippin' 'em |
| They would do the same to me |
| Niggas ain’t no family |
| Shit is all a game to me |
| But nobody gone handle me |
| Four hundred degreez |
| Tottin' guns runnin' with me |
| No wonder we need |
| Mo money 1 could receive |
| Nigga wanna deal with this Christ |
| I’ma put it open in his life |
| Never should I fuck with me right |
| Why you keep duckin' me shy |
| I’ma knock ya head off |
| Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' to play it off |
| You made the beef nigga so why is you scared |
| If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared |
| I can’t see it |
| Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can’t be it |
| I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me |
| You probably can save yall self but you can’t save yall neighbors |
| Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa |
| Put on this potato on the end of my nine |
| Foolishness I entertain to keep these niggas in line |
| Look cause I don’t like to dream about makin' no cheese |
| Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account OD’ed |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |
| Ask them niggas bout me |
| Bet them bitches know me |
| Magnolia head buster out that wild T. C |
| I’ma young nigga |
| Look at what ya done nigga |
| You done made me mad |
| Now I’m goin' get my gun nigga |
| Betta watch cha tongue nigga |
| Cause I’m gettin' dumb nigga |
| Killed one nigga |
| Represent where I’m from nigga |
| Three thangs you don’t never do: fuck with a man, his change, or his mama |
| You do that, you want drama |
| Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see |
| I’m out cha which one of you boys want me |
| I’ma keep it real with ya |
| Ya say you the man, I know I’m the man and I’m ready ta deal with cha |
| I’m prepared for the toe taggin' |
| Keep my Reeboks strapped tight with my Gibauds saggin' |
| Now, I done rocked a couple of ki’s and I done flipped that two times |
| I know I’m in a drought and they gonna pursue mine |
| I got bills to pay I can’t be playin' with you jokers |
| These youngsters somethin' else now, you bout it they’ll provoke ya |
| You can’t understand how a nigga my age |
| Can hit the streets psyched up bustin' with the twelve gauge |
| But I don’t like ta dream about makin' no cheese |
| In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets OD’d |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |
| Until then I’ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' |
| Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children |
| Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) |