Child Of The Ghetto Lyrics

Child Of The Ghetto lyrics

Yo, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, G.
Dep!



[G. Dep]

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to
me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Rippin it runnin
and gunnin and aimin for me

Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)



I guess you
niggaz told me right and exact

Shak, shak, right in his back

I might
just crack while I'm writin this rap

From even, a tire that snap, I'm light
in the sack

I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal

I'm like,
Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"

It's real, big Beans up for
lettin me know

Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough

Won't be a
second we won't; they lettin me go

Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to
grow

Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene

Seven-four-eight-oh, can't
recall in between

Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town

Park jams
dark shams niggaz breakin it down

Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked
Adidas

Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us

But
hey..



[Chorus]

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to
me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Knew what it
wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and
aimin for me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin the
scripture the picture they painted for me

Niggaz is gamin they ain't who
they claimin to be

Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be -
CRAZY



[G. Dep]

I take you back to the scene of the stunt

Scene
of that rhyme and you can think what you want

And if you.. and if you tell
me you can get it from here

Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah
yeah yeah)

Get us some gear to get us in here

Waited years to get a
premier and did it from here

Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear,
guard him

Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them

Take you back
to the 80's around

Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound

Niggaz hit
the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks

Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth
on the block

You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks

You get
it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops

Skiddin - I guess the
niggaz told me right and exact

When they said stop fightin and stack it -
get the money nigga



[Chorus]



[G. Dep]

Eighty-one I had
fun, eight-two I was new

Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had
grew

Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix

Eighty-seven in the
kicks, eighty-eight in the whips

Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it
was flow

Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough

Nine-three was
the key, nine-four was sure

Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was
poor

Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate

Nine-nine spit
rhymes two-thousand and straight..

Shit, I thought I'd give housing a
break

Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but
yo



[Chorus] - 2X {*to fade*