Testi The Ghetto - Peezy, 3D

The Ghetto

This motherfuckin' ghetto\nTryna survive\nTryna stay alive, yeah\nThe ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto)\nThe ghetto (The motherfuckin' ghetto)\nThe ghetto (Run off with mine)\nThe ghetto (And them killers gon' slide, yeah)\nEven though we all came from nothin' (The ghetto), tryna run up millions\nYoung boys seventeen in the crack house chillin'\nSold dope with my niggas, had to make me a living\nHad to get it out the mud and run it up to the ceiling\nFood stamps fill the fridge in the hood where I lived\nHad to cut the oven on just to heat up the crib\nSold crack to my kin, had no choice as a kid\nJunkies beggin' for a rock, do anything for a hit\nYoung niggas taking hits, they too lazy to trap\nOldheads still hustling, buyin' eighthies of crack\nWhere I’m from, it ain’t safe, you gotta stay with a strap\nIf you ain’t down to kill something, better stay where you at\nIn the ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto)\nThe ghetto (This motherfuckin' ghetto)\nThe ghetto (Tryna survive)\nThe ghetto (Tryna stay alive, yeah)\nThe ghetto\nShootin' dice on the corner with a sack on my nuts\nWalkin' to the liquor store to go and buy me some blunts\nSoftest niggas catchin' bodies, it ain’t 'bout being tough\nEither kill or be killed, nigga, strap on your nuts\nRaid vans hit the spot and took my uncle to jail\nCan’t be labeled as a rat 'cause you gon' die if you tell\nWhole hood got indicted, it’s like we livin' in hell\nGave my nigga natural life, I hope he get his appeal\nUsed to live with dope fiends, it was natural to me\nI ain’t never had shit, so I was happy to eat\nRidin' in the base rental with the strap on the seat\nEvery nigga in my hood sell crack just to eat\nIn the ghetto (Young niggas keep dying)\nThe ghetto (And these bitches still lying)\nThe ghetto (Got nowhere to sleep)\nThe ghetto (But got Gucci shoes on your feet)\nThe ghetto\nBarbecuin' in the summer, shootin' hoops on the rim\nAuntie shootin' up the needle, uncles using the stem\nHit the road so much, I got used to them trips\nComing back with Rollies on in the newest of whips\nHand-to-hand transactions, tryna stack me a knot\nI ain’t paid off my license, but just bought me a watch\nNeighborhood superstar sellin' crack out of spots\nFuck the titty bar up, then head back to the block\nBuy brand new cars, rock brand new clothes\nBuy brand new ice, fuck brand new hoes\nBrand new white tee and some brand new lows\nJust to chill in the hood while I sell my dope\nIn the ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto, talkin' 'bout the ghetto, yeah)\nThe ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto, this motherfuckin' ghetto)\nThe ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto, tryin' to survive)\nThe ghetto (Talkin' 'bout the ghetto, tryin' to stay alive, yeah)\nThe ghetto