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FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "The Ghetto"

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I used to let my
Close partner keep his chopper up in my school locker

Young and naive when I wasn't actin' a fool I was
Playin' with emotions or playin' ball
Used to sell bud at the village

Knew a lotta killers since they was small
East 17th, Virginia St invented me
Constructed the kid into a crook, look up my history

I looked up to the ^!$$%s with Lexuses and Infinitis
Corrupted in correctional facilities
Cause me I'm from the

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto
And to make it out where I'm from yes you gotta do something special
Especially when we stressed in these economic conditions

Traditionally causing us to cook a rock in the kitchen
Get it flippin'
Get it jukin' and jumpin' like Earl Manigault

But you die today you put money before your family though
I'm east side GI, like Charlie Caddystone
Embassy Liquors pay attention, they out to getcha in the

[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
Ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto

I'm from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto
Where the laws that caught ^!$$%s our own default with us
Everyday we gotta pray to the lord to walk with us

In the ghetto

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Cans of spam, hand to hand
No deals made, dolla for dolla, gram for gram
Follow me and see just how much a man can stand

Before we go off the deep end
Come in your crib and creep in
Help us get home invaded

The hustlas they gon' get raided
Eventually, but for now they stay thuggin' and motivated
Misguided miseducated

We barely be graduated
And our lack of skills lead to some daily infatuations
In the ghetto, the barrio, the hood, the slums

Government funds fill my city up with drugs and guns
And I can't go for being broke so I'm a go on the run
Momma can't stand the way I live but can't give up on her son

Even though I know she hear about my habits through the grape vine
Stealin' the car on Sunday, to hit the state line
Gettin' drunk and twisted off liquor all through the daytime

Handshakes and gang signs, don't play with mine


[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Granny I really miss you while I'm on the road

Them Sunday dinners was more than just food for the soul
Don't be no fool, cause there's plenty fools walking the globe
Convicted felons equippin' tools, all in my shows

Chose another road they wanna die in these streets
They look at me in disbelief when I rhyme about peace
I had people shot at to see me just to see me deceased

My policy is $#[email protected] police till all my ^!$$%s released
The way I'm feelin' my anthem for ghetto children

Fill my daily appetite for destruction I want rebuildin'
Rest in peace to Lil' Ebony, Richardson lord we livin' crazy
It's hard to cope when these cowards is killin' babies

The ghetto ain't just a place it's a mentality
Most of us carry with us constantly causing casualties
Stealin' and dealin' is how I deal with my reality

Sirens and gunfirin' never rattled me
I gotta be from

[Hook x2]

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