Baby F- Lil` Wayne Cam`ron Tq Ghetto Life Lyrics

Ghetto Life Lyrics

[Man talking]

 Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)

 We got Killa in the building (yeah)

 We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)

 

 [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]

 Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby

 Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)

 And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M

 And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims

 Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems

 Green (?) , they don't cost in rims

 Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear

 Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here

 How much it cost for this here?

 How much it cost for this year?

 Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it

 Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet

 I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze

 But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

 I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace

 And prone to move coke at a amazing pace

 Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it

 Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ

 

 [Chorus: TQ]

 In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

 Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

 (Somebody tell me what's crackin before)

 I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

 For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me

 Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life

 

 [Verse 2: Baby]

 Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman

 See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)

 It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro

 When it comes to this ice, real livin his life

 Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type

 Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe

 Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike

 Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes

 Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

 All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life

 See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes

 This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)

 And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)

 I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch)

 But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes

 Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)

 Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

 

 [Chorus: TQ]

 In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

 Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

 I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

 For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee

 Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life

 

 [Verse 3: Cam'Ron]

 Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen

 Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders

 C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else)

 Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya)

 Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)

 When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever)

 Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know)

 I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook

 Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook

 With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks

 Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block

 Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss

 That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)

 I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)

 Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)

 All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)

 Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)

 But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)

 We come through clownin baby (baby)

 And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall

 Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!

 

 [Chorus: TQ]

 In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

 Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets

 I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup

 For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee

 Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life

 

 [Cam'Ron talking]

 It's nothin man, Killa!

 Diplomats, Cash Money

 Baby, holla!

 Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella

 (brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

 

 [Man talking]

 Birdman

 Fly, to hood near you

 Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!)

 (Yeah, ya know, ya know)

 Get that call out one more time

 (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x

 *beat fades*