Ghetto America lyrics

[Intro]
Turn [?] a little bit C4 (Come on)

[Verse]
No, I ain't the type to be toyed with, play with
Or played like, "Nah, not at all my man"
[?] me and all my fam
With them M16's [?]
And if it's against me, abort that plan, it's like
Just when you thought he wasn't lookin', I saw that man
Turn into Jigsaw, I might saw that man
Then somebody might snitch like, "I saw that man"
Turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
Fans [?] Hampton and [?]
[?] never ran out of cowards
Keep a gun by me, I learnt that from Cam up in [?]
"Fam, you want grams and that powder?"
Some dirty dudes with me like they ain't big fans of the shower
Me? I let the mouths of [?]
And hire your house out like I'm Angela [?]

[Chorus]
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto n*ggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens n*ggas (Come on)
Brooklyn ([?]) Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, n*ggas can get [?]
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why
[Verse 2]
[?] G's up (G's up), hoes down (Hoes down)
If the b*tch can't swim she gon' drown (Yeah)
And if the broads singin' 'round these parts of town
She know it's about to go... nah
Chill, hold the f*ck up, wait a minute
I spit like I'm starving, ain't ate for a minute
Jump low, man, like Robert [?] for a minute ([?])
Might take your coat, you could stay for a minute ([?])
A few pretty broads wan' f*ck me for my [?]
So my b*tch now bodybagged, ugly [?]
Uh-huh, thick hips, low self-esteem
With big lips, she's real good at lining up business
Yeah, f*ck n*ggas, nobody's a friend of [?]
(Nah) I can't call it, been like that since Kindergar'
[?] learnt somethin', giving out seminars
Been a star, plus dude rock like Pat Benatar
You won't n*ggas spittin' like him
Coughin' up, spittin' that phlegm
Like somebody's President is sippin' that gin
What I gotta do? Line n*ggas up and just rip 'em like [?]
There's some other fags tryna play me
I thought Musiq Soulchild was the only n*gga half crazy
But I guess not, Joey, no guest spots
And now that all that out the way, let's rock
Come on
[Chorus (Extended)]
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto n*ggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens n*ggas (Come on)
Brooklyn ([?]) Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, n*ggas can get [?]
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto n*ggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens n*ggas (Come on)
Brooklyn ([?]) Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, n*ggas can get [?]
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why

[Outro (Sampled)]
Say turn it up, "Turn it up"
Say turn it up, "Turn it up"