Ghetto Stories lyrics

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N.O.R.E.


[Intro]
(Ruff Ryders) 1, 2, 1, 2
(Full Surface) Ghetto Stories (yeah yeah yeah)
Swizz Beatz, makin' it happen
(My n*gga Dee)
Listen what the f*ck I gotta say (what's up)
I'm not a rapper, dog

I'm from the hood, I love the hood
I rep the hood, lived in the hood
Started on the grind, started with a nine
Motherf*cker, I had to earn mine
A lot of n*ggas hating, a lot of n*ggas watching
A lot of n*ggas plotting, a lot of hearts stopping
Uh, belive that, I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging in the streets, I'm banging with the heats
S to the double, I to the double Z
n*ggas look at me, want no trouble B
I'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360L or [?]
Blowing down to Pasadena
The rubber will peel, your head will peel
Your b*tches will squeal, Listen dog, huh
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, (listen) guaranteed I'm lying
f*ckers, I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right, had to get my label right
You can hate all you want - I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz Part Whatever, I'm here forever (b*tch!)
I'm the Monster get it all right
Me and my n*ggas is dogs and we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya, Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya, dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
n*gga, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx Tenements, where I came up
Ain't nothing funny playa
For this money, these n*ggas is hungry, playa
That's why I love the hood, respect the hood
Support the hood, live in the hood
This is Swizz talking, this is Swizz walking
Motherf*cking thug n*gga up in New York and
We love the hood, we run the hood
We own the hood, f*ck what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve 'em
You got beef we gon' dead that, you got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat I'ma rock that
Motherf*cking radio stations I drop that
I'm the one who had ten songs at one time on the countdown
So get your mind right
Y'all f*ckers thought I bounced forever
Y'all n*ggas better get together, or whatever
Uh, I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-Rs
Beats that'll make n*ggas ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug n*gga want to c*ck his nine
Y'all n*ggas ain't hard to find
Y'all n*ggas ain't out your mind (f*ckers)
We love the hood, from the hood
In the hood, Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good
This is my ghetto story, this is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story, oh my God!
Inf gon' pop ya, Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' stop ya, dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all n*ggas know, this we doing this here
BIATCH!
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