Goodie Mob

(feat. Chiefton)
"Uh-huh, been here been real
Still clear South West
Yall niggas wanna do somethin with it?
Yall niggas wanna do somethin with it?
[Chorus:]
Now from that ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out...
of the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Thats why I know the things I know!
In the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo
in the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Thats why I cant seem to let go
[Chiefton:]
How do you feel when you judge quick
And you all up in my face and I aint even spit?
Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
I know you wonderin about my spirit and my old ways!
You hearin me spittin the piece of mind, got you froze in time
Playin catch-up with yourself
Im on another level, and you can say Im dead wrong
Even if you stay home
They gotta fight because you livin in a war zone
Head strong
Cant leave it lone till they get and they gone
So now Im stylin, my momma bout to travelin
He be hangin with them monsters and they smilin
And my babies coughin, thinkin they have TB
And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee
So what I find is to eliminate the problem
Befo they cause problems
Befo we have problems
Cause you thought you had it sewed up
Until that green house grew all of a sudden
Sho nuff, it showed up
Now you didnt know he had it in him
The venom
It fits the test and Im gon (win) him
Then the ride, cant be cryin got it steady now
You need to find out, there aint no time-outs
You cant sign-out, better than whine out
Dont drop the gun cause the street is gettin packed now
Just let cones bang the ground, dont you back down!
For its the fate, that brought you to this place now
So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down
And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
cause one in, and one quick
[CHORUS]
[T-Mo:]
I got these jokers with their eyes red
drinkin too much, got dead
I make you shout it if yous in the burbs
Herbs beware.
Its from the one that data compare
logistic, chicken biscuit
This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song
And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong
just kept his back turned, yearned
for destruction bustin microphones
blessed the unprotected soul
lettin go, call him too much
will get you off for sure
watch (???????)
(????) top plate
whats gon save you from the hands of (why)
when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto
[Gipp:]
They trappin him off within then
Look at the fonky redead
Done flipped them all as dead
Paint wet, now Im set
Fight the shit, watch it hit
Block lot,
Neighborhood charcoals
and that old (mark-o?)
After dawn, on the porch
(Got gone), mind blown
Fashioned like,
Niggas sold, new or old
Its gettin sold in the ghetto
[CHORUS]
[Cee-Lo:]
Now from the go child
my name is Lo
God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?)
You preach that real shit till you cant doubt no mo
Now wait a minute yall, I am the one
That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
Now revolution of the mind has already begun
Now just a second yall
It got to be
For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
Im supernatural and there is no stoppin me
Even the ghetto is still Gods property!
Cmon
[Khujo:]
Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster
Aint no in between you either off or on
Never pass judgement
But the feeling is mutual
Pass the hog mog, tryin to drown me
After years of gravel
You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks
I know you aint choppin in the next man footprints
Wobblin like a duck
Stuck, crawlin out the same hole
me dont promote no mysterious behavior
(Pimped) and be dead
I used to flow, my high school goal
It come through in the ghetto!
[CHORUS]
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