| My my my my my my ghetto…
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| My ghetto got pimps and pushers and big money makers
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| And shakers and fakers and all the crack makers
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| And they all live in a place that you and I call the hood
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| They be up to no good
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| My ghetto got beats and bootys and cars and ghetto stars
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| 9×9 with steel bars
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| Pigs roll around leaving bruises and scars
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| Rolling the dutches and Philly cigars
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| Boom
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| This emcee, she gets down
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| Float into hip hop all throughout the town
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| When I come through the door
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| Better let me in
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| Or I’ll huff and puff and blow the sucker right in
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| They wanna tag me, bag me, put they nose in it
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| I suppose with it, they could get close to it
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| Most wanna hit it but won’t admit it
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| 'Cause if they got to it, they would roast in it
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| Wanna toast to it, go coast to coast in it
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| Boast about it, most will shout it
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| Post re-route it others will doubt it
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| Ooh, holy cow, look I’m holy now
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| Profile with style
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| Meanwhile, I hold it down
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| Over by the Beacon
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| Folks, they be peeping out who be creeping
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| Seeking who be freaking
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| Often they be leaking
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| What they believe in
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| Thoughts are misleading, deceiving
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| Can’t blame it on the rain or the champagne
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| Or the red white, can’t blame it on the hard times
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| Blame it on the nookie
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| Awww, sookie sookie
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| Radio suckers never played me
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| In the mix now, loving me lately
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| Once again back is the incredible
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| Rhyme animal, MC cannibal
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| You’re on the good ship lollipop
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| It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop
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| You’re on the good ship lollipop
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| It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop
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| You’re on the good ship lollipop
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| It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop |