ghetto-ology

Lyrics

"uh-huh, been here been real, still clear south west, y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?, y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?, now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, got one foot in, one foot out. of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, that's why i know the things i know!, in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, and some of my friends done died befo', in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, that's why i can't seem to let go, how do you feel when you judge quick, and you all up in my face and i ain't even spit?, just like them folk that say they know me from my old days, i know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways!, you hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time, playin' catch-up with yourself, i'm on another level, and you can say i'm dead wrong, even if you stay home, they gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone, head strong, can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone, so now i'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin', he be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin, and my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have tb, and they neva call him daily in that wee-wee, so what i find is to eliminate the problem, befo' they cause problems, befo' we have problems, 'cause you thought you had it sewed up, until that green house grew all of a sudden, sho' nuff, it showed up, now you didn't know he had it in him, the venom, it fits the test and i'm gon him, then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now, you need to find out, there ain't no time-outs, you can't sign-out, better than whine out, don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now, just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down!, for it's the fate, that brought you to this place now, so let it guide you and take you to that touch-down, and stay ground, so that you can stay proud, 'cause one in, and one quick, i got these jokers with their eyes red, drinkin' too much, got dead, i make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs, herbs beware. it's from the one that data compare, logistic, chicken biscuit, this winter, he will forget the cold through a song, and my, and my weak is strong, just kept his back turned, yearned, for destruction bustin' microphones, blessed the unprotected soul, lettin' go, call him too much, will get you off for sure, watch, top plate, what's gon' save you from the hands of, when them guys gone, and you home in the ghetto, they trappin' him off within then, look at the fonky red'ead, done flipped them all as dead, paint wet, now i'm set, fight the shit, watch it hit, block lot, neighborhood charcoals, and that old, after dawn, on the porch, mind blown, fashioned like, niggas sold, new or old, it's gettin' sold in the ghetto, now from the go child, my name is lo, god done gave me this vision quite some time ago, he taught me shout it when you, you preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo', now wait a minute y'all, i am the one, that ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun, i do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun, now revolution of the mind has already begun, now just a second y'all, it got to be, for every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy, i'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me, even the ghetto is still god's property!, c'mon, ever since you was a youngster the devil been, over your soul, like this one-eyed monster, ain't no in between you either off or on, never pass judgement, but the feeling is mutual, pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me, after years of gravel, you promised no rest to in weeks, i know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints, wobblin' like a duck, stuck, crawlin' out the same hole, me don't promote no mysterious behavior, and be dead, i used to flow, my high school goal, it come through in the ghetto!,