Artist: Scarface f/ Ice Cube, K.B, Willie D (Geto Boys) Album: My Homies (Disc One) Song: The Ghetto Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Scarface] I dedicate this to my Road Dogs struggling I hope this datafies you with peace and all hustling I'm hustling, like y'all niggaz Cause you're my niggaz on the realer Be grinding in the street for stacks and Sckrilla To the killers, you stay up on your Ps and your dues And never underestimate what Ds would do You get your paper then get out the streets And y'all remember, ain't never let the money and the dope meet And I can give a shit to a nigga starving So we can floss and blow weed, one knee with the warden I'm meeting niggaz on the cut, who don't give a fuck Survivals, strugglers, hitting licks at the Hippy Club I'm just a homie out the hood who been did something And while you're fronting I'm ten years yet I'm still bumping You heard me homie?! Fuck! trying to cater to the dumb dumbs They call you NIGGAZ, and NIGGAZ still forgetting where they come from I bring the real for all my homies out grinding To help your homie get on his feet, then we're all riding These things, a tang in this game and that's true Be sure that you're respecting the Power when they got you Never forget the neighborhood where it started This ghetto South Vegas is my hood and my heart's with the.. (Ghetto) [Chorus: K.B.] Ghetto, I can't get out of here Ghetto, I can't get out of here [K.B.] I represent that South East, that South East is the ?? motherfucker Big Kato where you at? (One Time!) bring the ruckus Cause motherfuckers been talking that shit for so long But now I'm down with the Interface clique and it's on Give a fuck where you're from nigga Big Kato always represent it And I made that for the fact, I lived in it Now look at me! yep! K.B. still rapping And for all you niggaz talking that shit, I'm still strapping As well as slapping, niggaz for all that high capping Niggaz thinking that they can fade the debt, it ain't happening When you think we're slacking, that kind of rode is steady packing The home of the big ghosts, slanging and car jacking Nigga, I ain't acting, hyphen caught up in this bitch From the O.P's and all down to the Eastwick Even Flat Shows, and even the Glenwood is all good Ball the Cress to Colombia driving it's all hood The ghetto [Chorus] [Ice Cube] I got give it up to my ghetto niggaz, and the ghetto bitch Looking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich Knowing that the scheme in the book flipped the game Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name This Ghetto slang is some shit that can be colleged You ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge Nine to Five, still flipping twenties on the side Driving by the fence, I'm making dollars out of fifteen cents Got the big body Benz with the wheels on it A Cell phone with no bills on it Ghetto ass got to feel on it, still want it Baby kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it You got the strap nigga, lie like a singer Put your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer You can catch me on Bandwick, looking sick in the six With some Schweiz on my wrist Now picture this; you better blow Cause too many niggaz offered Mr. Jackson's dough Y'all niggaz got to go, to the ghetto [Chorus] [Willie D] Fifth Ward is the site, where the fight for life Dis twice the shiest and bias to my homies who write me in the pen Willie D, known the cell is hell but keep sending me mail With the liberty bail, so I can tell you what's the haps And who got capped for riches And sending me pictures, of naked bitches I remember when I used to get beat with extension cars And been ashamed to show my friends where my house was Started stealing out of my mama's purse Now that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts How come we treat our children worse then we were treated in the ghetto? And turn our women into widows Sick of seeing my homies that I ate with, dranked with; Played with, laughed with, dead in the casket To my folks we can reach the top But, you gotta share to get off the pops But, you see your chance baby, take it I was the last motherfucker in the Ward at the thought I would make it But look at me now; sex on the beach in Greese Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto HUH! [Chorus]