Artist: MC Ren f/ Bigg Rocc, Chip Dirty, John Doe Album: Renincarnated Mixtape/The Maxi Single EP Song: In Da Ghetto * Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com * Retitled from the original 'Ghetto' on The Maxi Single EP [Intro/Chorus: MC Ren] Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto Come with me; hit some corners in the ghetto (Come on) It gotta be something much better then the ghetto [MC Ren] Y'all know niggaz got it bad That's why the fuck we wake up mad I'd swear it's sad; bills piling up, I got laid off But I gotta let these knuckle-heads know I ain't soft So get rid of the smiles, learnt to strike Never will and I try to swing in a fucking gun fight Police know the homies on the first name bases So when something happened, they the first ones to chase us [Bigg Rocc] I know nothing but the ghetto, born and raised In the streets of the Hub city, blunts we blase To ease the kill of mentality When another motherfucker is trying to test me I can't turn my back, I'm too down for that At the young days learnt to work with the strap Though why all my niggaz locked up! It's simple, the ghettos was hustling to bust nuts [Chorus: MC Ren] [Chip Dirty] And our comp' full as slum But Compton where niggaz are pop one Nigga you got one then spark one, time is creeping I'm keeping a fat stack; with crack for the fiends Sixteen with street dreams, low riders and big creams Big booties and tag team John Doe did something, in the four I'm thinking I'm everlasting but cops are blasting And locking us up, now shit is getting fucked up [MC Ren] They say they still got beef for 'Fuck the Police' While I'm trying to puff a blunt in the front seat in peace Please save me from the beasts, my nerves has drained Villain sick and tired, nigga stained in pain Should a real nigga complain? - think of the past I speak for dead slaves; they can kiss my ass And tell Bush; he can't have my vote I'm on my third house now, nigga this is cutthroat [Chorus: MC Ren] [Bigg Rocc] But in the ghetto; some niggaz stick together To get through the bad weather, still chasing cheddar But haters, do appearing niggaz at sight I got to act right, to fuck up the nigga's night We bring back, that Compton West Coast, across the world Tossing down these little girls I'm ghetto fine, in the ghetto I'ma keep it on point nigga like the elbow [John Doe] I'm about to give up, I can't do that many years homey shit, I can't cry that many tears homey If only I would've thought; maybe I wouldn't talk this case You should've helped this song work in a first place But I won't snitch, I helped the bitch Or maybe I'll; hit the bricks in two thousand and six Every lava bitch, either locked up or glock down for sure Nobody gives the fuck about the ghetto [Chorus: MC Ren X3]