Birdman - Ghetto Life lyrics

Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money

how we roll it out-is how we roll it in

know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga

we just hit a lick nigga

gotta bout 50 more years nigga

and I wanted to go fuck with a nigga

who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla!

I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack

a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks

I held my nuts in the game called crack

now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back

I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it

a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it

UGK for life bitch an underground boss

disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)

quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga

one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH)

been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it

don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it

P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby

this dedicated to my niggaz on lock

KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop

Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)

let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)

drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed

I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga

any year crisp and clear ya hear me now

nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real

coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here

everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)

nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it

all cowards get killed

fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people

forty four bags and them people

in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown

know ya down all that drama (???)

thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know

it's so real it's no doubt about it

all cowards get killed ya know

Look you know them guns go to poppin

when them niggaz go to drop e'm

make e'm all run go to scatter nigga

cause when you fuckin with the man

he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya

yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out

came through the neighborhood with the guns out

nigga don't make me drop the top

don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga

yeah and that was changeable evidence homie

that's why they let Rufus go

and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga

so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out

nigga and I'm tryin to get out

the dope game but I still let them birds out