Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Knows, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song The Pre-Kill Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Ghetto Knows |
New York, New York, the city that never sleeps |
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets |
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks |
And holdin Glocks stolen from the cops to get props |
You gotta split a top, on the regular |
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor |
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder |
Another brother six feet under |
You know it ain’t no jokin when the streetlights are broken |
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc |
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son |
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9−1-1 (word up) |
Or make a run for it there’s too many to tackle |
The Big Apple’ll put your ass on ice like a Snapple |
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped |
Niggas act up I back up (PI-YAH) |
I bust a cap inside your fuckin hat |
Don’t even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose |
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows |
And ain’t no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops |
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop |
The younger gunmen got the bigger niggas runnin |
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin |
To push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back |
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it’s like that |
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go |
(And aiyyo, what you don’t know, believe the ghetto knows) |
Today’s headlines, another nigga dead |
Six to the body and fo' to the head |
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of lead |
A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds |
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope |
Two ounces of coke’s caught in the pocket of his coat |
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise |
With blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes |
Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news |
Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos |
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper |
Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper |
Police will take a few snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops |
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots |
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street |
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat |
Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white |
Chalk around the body now the party has to motivate |
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green |
Died at the age of seventeen |
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go |
(And aiyyo, what you don’t know, believe the ghetto knows) |
Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets |
I seen niggas pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep |
Six feet deep, that’s where I’m goin if I’m slippin |
Steady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in |
Now who’s the first nigga to run up, here they come up |
The block hardrocks with Glocks rollin holdin they guns up |
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest |
Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest |
But now I got three mo' niggas, pullin triggers |
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga |
But who got the biggest strap? |
Who’s bustin bigger caps? |
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS |
No haps, G. Rap ain’t goin out like a sucker |
I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfucker |
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me |
Cause I won’t be too happy with a slug inside my nappy |
Two more niggas left, they scared to death, but I’m leary |
Shit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me |
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound |
I see another body fallin down to the ground |
Quick I run up on him cause I don’t think that he’s dead |
Standin over his ass I put two more inside his head |
That’s three niggas down, only got one nigga to go |
I gots to send his ass to the gravedigger so |
I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up |
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up |
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out |
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out |
The back of his head, now he’s dead, because he fell face down |
Right on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled |
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go |
(And aiyyo, what you don’t know, believe the ghetto knows) |