Ghetto Lyrics - Cappadonna

[Intro: Raekwon] 

Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up 

Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything, yeah 

Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon 

All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo 

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] 

[humming] 

I was born and raised, in the ghetto 

I was born and raised, in the ghetto 

I was born and raised, in the ghetto 

Listen to me, and just lay up 

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[Raekwon] 

Park Hill Projects, one eight pound 

Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos 

Blunts on the regular, O.G. style 

I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's 

All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags 

Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's 

Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it 

In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab 

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] 

[humming] 

Brother, listen to me 

Brother, listen to me 

Listen to me, and just lay up 

How do you make your bread in the ghetto? 

How do you make your bread in the ghetto? 

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[Cappadonna] 

Hustling, hustle & flow 

We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack 

See niggas that make bread by busting the gat 

Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back 

It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them stacks 

Bread game, rather have bread than fame 

Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke 

Might sell anything as long as we not broke 

So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your throat 

It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread 

Might violate parole til ya family is dead 

We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the feds 

I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on 

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] 

Brother, listen to me 

Brother, listen to me 

Listen to me, and just lay up 

How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto? 

[Ghostface Killah] 

Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags 

Torture them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts 

Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto 

Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal 

Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching 

Get your ass hung like a wall clock 

It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark 

A wire sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC! 

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample] 

[humming] 

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? 

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto? 

Feed one child and starve another 

Tell me, tell me, and just lay up 

[U-God] 

We like brothers, we came from the same mothers 

In the projects, under the same covers 

Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores 

Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall 

Sprayed our names on the same wall 

Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz 

Now you caught up in music and showbiz 

If that's what it is, then that's what it is 

Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers 

That'll digest to live, die just to live 

Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers 

Run up in the club like the suicide bombers 

We be the brothers, ready past lovers 

Never wanna see us, blow, we not others 

Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost 

The money got flipped, your tables got crossed 

Now you all caught up in that label talk 

Brain dead in the grain of thoughts 

With a name and a game that can change New York 

We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]