Mistah FAB - Ghetto Life lyrics
[Verse:]
Now as I walk the hallways
And I spark the Marley
Stop at the park
Catch a game and ball in parley
I beg ya pardon
Yeah I b sparkin
Run to the store an get some
Philly cartons plus that
Remy martin
Jus to post the block
With peppahs to close 2 hot
They boutta to open shop
Its molten hot, crack the hydren
In the streets cats b violent
With supa soakers filled wit freezin aqua
Bustin knockas,dodgin coppers
Birds they run in flockers
Hide ya locker, aviod dem choppas
Doe off in ya sockers
Ridin relentless cause its nothin poppa
My grounds is proppa
Apartment kids they laugh at monsters
No bed bugs, jus med drugs
And dead thugs,that got they head bust
Fa tryin to bread crust, exuses fa dat because the police
They let us, get the cheddar
Til they got hot an fed up
Den they send boys with billy clubs
To come and swell r heads up
[Hook:]
The ghetto
The ghetto life
The only life I see
The ghetto life
The ghetto life
The only life for me
All though its packed with thugs
They got gats and slugs
Be on the tracks with drugs
I still back the love
So what , its smoke infested
Most of my folks arrested
Some houses roach infested
Dont think the pope could bless it
[Verse 2:]
It be them same bricks
Where hot peppahs
They hang thick
And Og’s game spit
And tell u neva eva name spit
And peeps that sell dope
His momma says he aint shit
To blow and get some doe
Fools is so anxious
Fiens takin crank hits
Mixed in them dank spliffs
It make they brains flip
It make they brain switch
And boss’s thang flip
And take them spain trips
And import them thangs quick
All through the main ships
Pizza man he stay piz
We always take his
Ice cream man dont stop
On most blocks
It so hot
Wit mo cops
Then corn crops
Thug babies is born pac
Bedrooms like porn shops
And mama warn pops
Not to come around
If so his arm shot
Whole family be on rocks
Crazy and its non-bbstop
Everywhere u go its far from settle
But hey, you learn to deal with that growin up in the ghetto
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
It be them worldwide hoods
Where moms and grandmoms raise you good
Gave u everything they could
You still dont understood
Them down south peeps
That make sure there was somthing ta eat
That house that cook chicken every day of the week
Them neighboors that work hard labor every day on their feet
Them hoods where kids see cars and still stay in the street
Them tempeture thugs that stay with the heat
And u know them street thugs
They stay with them teef
Them gold ones
They sit back chit chat and roll one
Post infront of the store intill the 5-0 come.
And when they come they still dont run
They yell whateva to whateva
Them assholes talk and say
Turn their backs and just walk away
And spark they hay
Hey what can I say
[Hook]
