Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Rich , by - Rich Boy. Song from the album Rich Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Ghetto Rich |
| Shit, we tryna get it for real |
| Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused |
| Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka |
| Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised |
| Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K’s |
| Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police |
| Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police |
| 'Bama wasn’t made for a nigga to win |
| See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen |
| It’s real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone |
| Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home |
| I be feelin' like the Lord’ll never answer me back |
| So I’m holdin' on my gat just in case they attack |
| Bullet holes in ya house’ll make it hard to sleep |
| Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap |
| 'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends |
| It’s real how them penitentiary bars’ll break men |
| Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends |
| It’s real how them penitentiary bars’ll break men |
| It’s where you live, it’s where you play |
| It’s where you learn your favorite slang |
| Your world is ghetto |
| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from |
| It’s where you had to tote your gun |
| Your world is ghetto |
| Can’t explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter |
| Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her |
| Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate |
| Know a couple of niggas ain’t never comin' out the gate |
| Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know |
| Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don’t show |
| But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin' |
| Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin' |
| Government’d never send me a dime for school |
| So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool |
| I’m a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears |
| Young kids where I’m from wear permanent tears |
| It’s where you live, it’s where you play |
| It’s where you learn your favorite slang |
| Your world is ghetto |
| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from |
| It’s where you had to tote your gun |
| Your world is ghetto |
| I’m a product of the block, watch the fiends come back |
| Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that |
| Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge |
| Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags |
| Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down |
| See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now |
| Got a chance to advance, so I’m makin' my move |
| Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove |
| Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home |
| Told my mama I’ma leave the dope game alone |
| On my knees every night conversatin' wit God |
| Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard |
| Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain’t nothin' like the movies |
| I’m wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi |
| Even if I take a trip around the world and back |
| I’m representin' for the hoods where they feel me at |
| It’s where you live, it’s where you play |
| It’s where you learn your favorite slang |
| Your world is ghetto |
| It’s where I live, it’s where I’m from |
| It’s where you had to tote your gun |
| Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto |
| Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like |
| Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life |
| Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit |
| Your world, ghetto |