[Rich Boy:]
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where ^!$$%s tote semi-automatics, busting them K's

Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a ^!$$% to win

See the color of ya skin get ya put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sending ^!$$%s to the pen or the funeral home

I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house it'll make it hard to sleep

Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
Lotta ^!$$%s doing life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men

^!$$%s doing life from undercovers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men


[Chorus: John Legend]
It's where ya live, it's where ya play
It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang

Your world is, ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where ya had, to tote your gun

Your world is, ghetto

[Lil Wayne:]

I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act
So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
Then the second million came, then more came after that

Then more came after that, Hurricane after that
DAMN!, and y'all saw the aftermath
And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back

When you see a hood ^!$$% you gotta tilt your hat
And since I'm a hood ^!$$% I do just that
OGs used to tell me you just rap

Lil ^!$$% all you need to do is rap
And just when I thought I was gonna do just that
Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack

$#&@ being like Mike I wanna be like pop
Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock

Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
Us in the spotlight and then they mock
But caskets get closed and then they drop

And cases get closed and they are dropped
'Cause no one knows and nobody got
Any out nor N-O, 'cause they better not

Three words to a witness they get shot
Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
Always talk to God, never listen to cops


[Chorus: John Legend]


[Nas:]
It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's

You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
^!$$%s is broke plus the Wolves is hungry
Morgues full of dead ^!$$%s who was taking money

Morgues full of ^!$$%s who the last %#@! they ate in stomach
Spending stake, GORE-TEX boot, Prince still on his face
His still on his face when we revisit his wake

Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
One gun I'll use it, some son two %#@!
Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia

You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures
Attempted murders trials, the basics

Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
It's the %#@! we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie

Psycho !@#^yst was asking me what happened to me?
See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money

Then these beautiful (*##$es was bending backs for me
Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
Man I don't give a $#&@, this is rap to me