Artist: Joe Budden f/ Emanny Album: No Love Lost Song: Ghetto Burbs Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joe Budden] Uh-huh-uh, always had big dreams E'rybody had big dreams though I ain't never wan' stay here, I had no intentions I never had no plans, uh [Chorus: Emanny] Live, my, life Gotta know how to survive Just, can't, hide These streets eat you alive Living in the ghet-to, burbs Cause I'm from two different worlds Ghet-to, burbs Comin from the ghetto burbs [Joe Budden] Yo, yo; ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jers' From where the peddlers serve, use hand gestures for words Big-up to L.A., they was ahead of the curve My hood we gang bang, you can get left on the curb Yup I was raised here, but I'm tryin to export Police is crooked, the strippers is escorts Like my homie Layla, really I can't knock her Cause she gettin paper, month ago she was knocked up Baby daddy a dope boy, first homie was locked up But he on the same shit, fucked around and got shot up In my same mind, I'm like why he even bother? At the same time don't know what he was a part of Layla over the casket, tears comin harder The hood wins again, another son with no father Gotta take it in stride, 'round here that's the usual But I ain't accustomed, that shit I can't get used to I'm tryin to survive [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Yo; ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jers' From where the ghetto's disturbed, you can be dead in a hearse Say a prayer daily, and end it with better or worse I lost faith but grandma still keep her head up in church Murder is sky high, employment is real low Little kid tryin to rap, but will he get a deal? No Cause poverty kills slow, belief is beyond ya 7 out of every 10 bitches here got the monster like my lil' homie Tanya, I met her at Freaknik, freak shit The same bitch the niggaz be all out in the street with Open, in love with her service But she got resentments you won't see from the surface Feel like so many women look where should she worship Caught AIDS from rape and thought her whole life was worthless Hoe couldn't know how gorgeous her curves is She fuckin 'em raw and hope they catch it on purpose You better survive [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Uhh, ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jers' I ain't tryin to act like my part of the ghetto's the worst Niggaz is tricks here, they'll buy stilettos for birds How did I get here? They act like the metal don't hurt Dudes just gettin high, guess they tryin to escape it Or commit suicide assumin they couldn't take it The streets is cold, still we run around naked Success is a void and we replace it with hatred That's your homie from way back, from so many years old But friends turn green, even that actin weird old You think he cared? No~! Y'all used to share clothes Now you struggle for rent and he got ice in his earlobe Your man won't even extend a hand, meetin all his career goals You need a whole 'nother plan, your career is froze Valuables are more valuable than e'rything, even valued the dude Cause you gotta survive [Chorus] - 2X [Outro: Emanny] Ayy! Ohhh Comin from the ghetto burbs, hey Yeah! Gotta know how to survive Streets eat you alive, hey! Oooh! Ohhh, ayy Comin from the ghetto burbs, ohh no no Said the streets eat you, alive, alive Yeah-eahhhh, yeahhhhhhh yeah yeah! Oooh! No-ohhhhh Comin from the ghetto burbs, yeah Ohhhhhh, whoa-ohhh-ohhh Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ay