| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | 
| We tear it up y’all, bless the mic with the gods | 
| Precious metals round our necks and arms | 
| We tear it up y’all, bless the mic with the gods | 
| Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard | 
| We tear it up y’all, bless the mic with the gods | 
| Precious metals round our necks and arms | 
| We tear it up y’all, bless the mic with the gods | 
| Whatever’s in your heart is where you want to be | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Even when you look it’s never what you see | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| I’ve been down before up is just a reach | 
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | 
| Catch a second wind then begin again | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Black magic in the hood, it’s tragic but understood | 
| Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood | 
| Even what’s bad becomes good, status becomes stood | 
| Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show | 
| Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children | 
| Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and | 
| What’s real is the estate of mind that we’re in | 
| The situation feels great | 
| My man peels weight, so he can fill plates | 
| You might get love but you still feel hate | 
| With gang shakes and chain clinks, we communicate | 
| Chicago to Brooklyn nigga real ones do relate | 
| If lyrics sold, then truth be told | 
| I’d probably be just as rich and famous as JAY-Z | 
| Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense | 
| Next best thing I do a record with Common Sense | 
| Cause it’s the music, the blues, it’s the jazz, it’s acoustics | 
| Soul, Rock and Roll, the hip-hop that we producin', yea | 
| It’s the gear, it’s the flare, it’s the stare | 
| Nowadays they’ll shoot you where they used to shoot the fair | 
| Remember lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air | 
| We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor | 
| I know you know what I’m talking about | 
| From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house | 
| Whatever’s in your heart is where you want to be | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Even when you look it’s never what you see | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| I’ve been down before up is just a reach | 
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | 
| Catch a second wind then begin again | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Yo, I grew up where they’re playin' skelly in the parking lot | 
| And sell paintings of Aaliyah, B.I.G. | 
| and Pac up in the barbershop | 
| Buildings too big so you don’t really see the stars a lot | 
| But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see them bars a lot | 
| I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart | 
| And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart | 
| Hip-hop is really the art | 
| We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves | 
| It ain’t harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you | 
| They want them dead presidents like stic. | 
| man and Mutulu | 
| With a gun to your jaw, these kids don’t run anymore | 
| Kicks is a hundred or more | 
| A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy | 
| I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me | 
| Niggas is thirsty I heard it’s a drought | 
| Up early, servin' from their grandmother’s house | 
| Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate | 
| Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard | 
| Either get by or get God, but you try to get by | 
| It’s like the block keep blockin' | 
| You try to make moves, its like the car keep stoppin' | 
| These shorties in the court, need Cochran yea | 
| I tell them while the weed seeds poppin', in the game you need options | 
| No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto | 
| Whatever’s in your heart is where you want to be | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Even when you look it’s never what you see | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| I’ve been down before up is just a reach | 
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | 
| Catch a second wind then begin again | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Whatever’s in your heart is where you want to be | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| Even when you look it’s never what you see | 
| My hood is the ghetto | 
| I’ve been down before up is just a reach | 
| Cause my hood is the ghetto | 
| Catch a second wind then begin again | 
| My hood is the ghetto |