Ghetto
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๐ Lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah
Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
Listen to me, and just lay up
[Raekwon]
Park Hill Projects, one eight pound
Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos
Blunts on the regular, O.G. style
I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it
In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
Brother, listen to me
Brother, listen to me
Listen to me, and just lay up
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[Cappadonna]
Hustling, hustle & flow
We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas that make bread by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks
Bread game, rather have bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as long as we not broke
So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat
It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread
Might violate parole til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds
I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
Brother, listen to me
Brother, listen to me
Listen to me, and just lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass hung like a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
Feed one child and starve another
Tell me, tell me, and just lay up
[U-God]
We like brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the same covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our names on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and showbiz
If that's what it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers
That'll digest to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, ready past lovers
Never wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost
The money got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in that label talk
Brain dead in the grain of thoughts
With a name and a game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]
Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah
Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
I was born and raised, in the ghetto
Listen to me, and just lay up
[Raekwon]
Park Hill Projects, one eight pound
Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos
Blunts on the regular, O.G. style
I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it
In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
Brother, listen to me
Brother, listen to me
Listen to me, and just lay up
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[Cappadonna]
Hustling, hustle & flow
We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas that make bread by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks
Bread game, rather have bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as long as we not broke
So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat
It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread
Might violate parole til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds
I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
Brother, listen to me
Brother, listen to me
Listen to me, and just lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass hung like a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!
[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[Humming]
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
Feed one child and starve another
Tell me, tell me, and just lay up
[U-God]
We like brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the same covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our names on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and showbiz
If that's what it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers
That'll digest to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, ready past lovers
Never wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost
The money got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in that label talk
Brain dead in the grain of thoughts
With a name and a game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.22] [Intro: Raekwon]
[00:10.17] Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up
[00:11.06] Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on
[00:12.84] Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah
[00:15.56] Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
[00:28.11] All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[00:29.96] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[00:30.88] [Humming]
[00:31.76] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:33.55] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:37.23] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:42.64] Listen to me, and just lay up
[00:46.20] [Raekwon]
[00:47.18] Park Hill Projects, one eight pound
[00:48.94] Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos
[00:51.69] Blunts on the regular, O.G. style
[00:54.33] I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
[00:56.18] All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
[00:59.71] Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's
[01:01.56] Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it
[01:04.35] In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab
[01:06.07] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[01:07.02] [Humming]
[01:16.36] Brother, listen to me
[01:18.13] Brother, listen to me
[01:20.82] Listen to me, and just lay up
[01:25.34] How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[01:29.80] How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[01:33.40] [Cappadonna]
[01:35.21] Hustling, hustle & flow
[01:36.12] We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
[01:37.03] See niggas that make bread by busting the gat
[01:39.89] Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
[01:42.58] It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks
[01:44.37] Bread game, rather have bread than fame
[01:47.05] Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke
[01:48.80] Might sell anything as long as we not broke
[01:50.63] So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat
[01:54.24] It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread
[01:56.06] Might violate parole til ya family is dead
[01:58.79] We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds
[02:01.48] I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on
[02:03.30] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[02:04.19] Brother, listen to me
[02:06.96] Brother, listen to me
[02:08.74] Listen to me, and just lay up
[02:13.29] How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?
[02:16.89] [Ghostface Killah]
[02:17.73] Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
[02:20.40] Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
[02:23.16] Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto
[02:24.99] Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
[02:27.67] Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching
[02:31.29] Get your ass hung like a wall clock
[02:33.14] It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
[02:34.90] A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!
[02:37.61] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[02:38.59] [Humming]
[02:46.61] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
[02:52.02] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
[02:56.50] Feed one child and starve another
[03:01.03] Tell me, tell me, and just lay up
[03:05.65] [U-God]
[03:06.50] We like brothers, we came from the same mothers
[03:09.22] In the projects, under the same covers
[03:11.02] Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores
[03:13.75] Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
[03:15.52] Sprayed our names on the same wall
[03:18.26] Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
[03:20.90] Now you caught up in music and showbiz
[03:22.79] If that's what it is, then that's what it is
[03:25.45] Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers
[03:28.18] That'll digest to live, die just to live
[03:29.99] Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers
[03:33.55] Run up in the club like the suicide bombers
[03:35.34] We be the brothers, ready past lovers
[03:37.24] Never wanna see us, blow, we not others
[03:39.94] Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost
[03:41.74] The money got flipped, your tables got crossed
[03:44.48] Now you all caught up in that label talk
[03:47.14] Brain dead in the grain of thoughts
[03:48.91] With a name and a game that can change New York
[03:51.67] We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]
[03:54.32]
[00:10.17] Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up
[00:11.06] Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on
[00:12.84] Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah
[00:15.56] Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
[00:28.11] All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[00:29.96] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[00:30.88] [Humming]
[00:31.76] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:33.55] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:37.23] I was born and raised, in the ghetto
[00:42.64] Listen to me, and just lay up
[00:46.20] [Raekwon]
[00:47.18] Park Hill Projects, one eight pound
[00:48.94] Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos
[00:51.69] Blunts on the regular, O.G. style
[00:54.33] I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
[00:56.18] All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
[00:59.71] Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's
[01:01.56] Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it
[01:04.35] In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab
[01:06.07] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[01:07.02] [Humming]
[01:16.36] Brother, listen to me
[01:18.13] Brother, listen to me
[01:20.82] Listen to me, and just lay up
[01:25.34] How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[01:29.80] How do you make your bread in the ghetto?
[01:33.40] [Cappadonna]
[01:35.21] Hustling, hustle & flow
[01:36.12] We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
[01:37.03] See niggas that make bread by busting the gat
[01:39.89] Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
[01:42.58] It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks
[01:44.37] Bread game, rather have bread than fame
[01:47.05] Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke
[01:48.80] Might sell anything as long as we not broke
[01:50.63] So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat
[01:54.24] It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread
[01:56.06] Might violate parole til ya family is dead
[01:58.79] We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds
[02:01.48] I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on
[02:03.30] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[02:04.19] Brother, listen to me
[02:06.96] Brother, listen to me
[02:08.74] Listen to me, and just lay up
[02:13.29] How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto?
[02:16.89] [Ghostface Killah]
[02:17.73] Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
[02:20.40] Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
[02:23.16] Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto
[02:24.99] Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
[02:27.67] Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching
[02:31.29] Get your ass hung like a wall clock
[02:33.14] It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
[02:34.90] A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!
[02:37.61] [Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
[02:38.59] [Humming]
[02:46.61] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
[02:52.02] How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?
[02:56.50] Feed one child and starve another
[03:01.03] Tell me, tell me, and just lay up
[03:05.65] [U-God]
[03:06.50] We like brothers, we came from the same mothers
[03:09.22] In the projects, under the same covers
[03:11.02] Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores
[03:13.75] Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
[03:15.52] Sprayed our names on the same wall
[03:18.26] Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
[03:20.90] Now you caught up in music and showbiz
[03:22.79] If that's what it is, then that's what it is
[03:25.45] Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers
[03:28.18] That'll digest to live, die just to live
[03:29.99] Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers
[03:33.55] Run up in the club like the suicide bombers
[03:35.34] We be the brothers, ready past lovers
[03:37.24] Never wanna see us, blow, we not others
[03:39.94] Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost
[03:41.74] The money got flipped, your tables got crossed
[03:44.48] Now you all caught up in that label talk
[03:47.14] Brain dead in the grain of thoughts
[03:48.91] With a name and a game that can change New York
[03:51.67] We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]
[03:54.32]