Miss Ghetto lyrics

[Intro: Wise Intelligent]
Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my n*ggas in central New Jerusalem. All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down, and took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives, you know what I'm saying
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine
It's like that and you don't stop
She like cocaine, running around my brain (true!)
Miss Ghetto be like cocaine, running around your brain

[Verse 1: Wise Intelligent]
I know some crack slangers
Gangbangers and cracker shankers
They soldier-trainers, teaching their kids to murder strangers
They live for danger, they express the "dying anger"
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wesson's
Unlike the 80s, ladies packing sigma 380s
The sh*t is crazy, but it's life to ghetto babies
They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy
I thought I maybe, I could show 'em the other way G
Of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth
From death to life, teaching n*ggas of every type
The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife
The black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteen
The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings
Cause blush, to live with these n*ggas is in a rush
In God they trust, so they sell crack to us
Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash
To look thrash, to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this sh*t
But Miss Ghetto you's a sl*t so I'm divorcing you b*tch, bust it
[Chorus: Wise Intelligent] (x2)
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing

[Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2)
She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)

[Verse 2: Wise Intelligent]
Down in my gutter, just like others there's teenage mothers
The dying brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing flashy can't be caught in fatigue khakis
They're rocking Coogi, Versace and cold boots G
These brothers do it for the love of the life
But I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wife
I used to sex her, bust my nut, get my cash real fast
But that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn't last
We used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sort
When killing became sport street life became short
I thought, "Are we junkies like these baseheads, yo
They addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough"
For truly, I never meant to fall in love with this sh*t
But Miss Ghetto you's a sl*t so I'm divorcing you b*tch, bust it
[Chorus: Wise Intelligent] (x2)
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing

[Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2)
She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)

[Verse 3: Wise Intelligent]
See, there go some n*ggas that I used to roll with
Still on that crack and gun sh*t
Endless pursuit to run sh*t, bust it
Miss Ghetto got 'em strung out on the putang cream
That does up Wu-Tang fiends
For slinging cocaine, dig it
We used to do the bumper crack for the sex
While making love to the checks
Miss Ghetto's steelo complex
Living trifling, no matter where my life went
Miss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more exciting
Fighting, shooting out, doing all type dirt
Being these, seeing G's putting in that work
Word, we used to keep a sisters underwear laced
With ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlay, flip!
Me and my n*ggas ran the strip pushing dip
Black cats and plastics, f*cking the minds of black kids
Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap
He said, "I know you sell crack but what you out to kill blacks?"
I wasn't trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weak
I said that we gotta eat, that's why we running these streets
Then he said, "Don't you know that whitey give you that coke
That bullsh*t pursuit of plush that got you killing your folks?"
Life, I didn't understand that sh*t back then
But now I do so I refuse to roll with whitey again, bust it
[Chorus: Wise Intelligent]
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, n*ggas
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing

[Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2)
She's like cocaine running around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects)

[Outro: Wise Intelligent]
See girls, you like cocaine, f*cking with my brain
You like cocaine, running around my brain
For the love of this...