Ghetto lyrics

by

Obie Trice


[Intro: Trey Songz]
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
I'm from where diapers full of feces we's endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic, that's right, where the streets be
You ain't seen nothin' this obscene from no TV
You would have to be me to feel what Obie's speakin'
Bodies leak like steel pipes, it's real creepy
Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee's
You're borin' me with your story, I'm a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
I got no pot to p*ss in, en route to prison
You don't want it with us n*gga, we strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders, thrivin' off poor decisions
A blessin' n*gga still livin', still pimpin', still visions of
Sittin' in that foreign whip, whippin' up cola, take a lick
To my tongue, numb from the sh*t
My nuts hung since I was a young one
And that's just the slum f*ck of it
I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm
My mama can't save me, her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle that n*ggas call home
What? His mama died from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks
It's like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for n*ggas to grab they nuts
And just soak all this bullsh*t up, where I'm from?

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
I'm from real bridge 'cause, for n*ggas livin' hard
Welfare scarers just most chicks'll buy them broad
Pimpin' the government 'cause government pimpin' us
Rather see 'em sufferin' than n*ggas livin' up
'Cause you ain't heard? Bird got birds
But the n*gga got murd' 'cause n*ggas felt he ain't deserve
What he was worth, he ain't a real n*gga from the turf
He was birth with money, that's why they left him bloody
I'm from the streets where most these n*ggas nutty
I adapt to 'em, I'm exactly in tune with 'em
Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'm from the motherf*ckin' slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run
You ain't sh*t without no gun
In the ghetto, ghetto
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