Little Ghetto Boys Lyrics - Cappadonna

Wu-Tang Clan F/ CappaDonna 

Miscellaneous 

Little Ghetto Boys 

Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within 

Word up, niggaz is stupid 

Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops 

Yo it was on last year Son 

Huh? Fuck them cops 

Word 

Scrape them niggaz 

Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table 

Like this 

That shit looks pretty 

Yo 

I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind 

Pass the weed off man *inhale* 

think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn 

Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck 

*cop's walkie talkie is heard* 

Mike's was crystal, erythang 

other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga 

*cop's walkie talkie still babbling* 

Aiyyo you got a light? 

Excuse me can you put that out please? 

Oh shit 

For what? For what? 

Jiggy 

Could you please put that out? 

For what? I ain't puttin. 

Put the shit out now! 

I ain't puttin shit out!! 

UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! 

*everything gets chaotic* 

UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! 

The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! 

Slap fire out! 

Oh no no no no no no no 

Get your shit right 

Get what? 

We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word 

*music fades in* 

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" 

That's comin from Louis Rich 

Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo 

One: Raekwon the Chef 

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Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago 

Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go 

Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear 

Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year 

You be runnin with them outsiders 

That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders 

Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo 

You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said 

Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up 

Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter 

It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me 

"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me 

Yo that shit you had in Vegas 

Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor 

Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan 

Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on 

Octavia with all the ice on, yo 

She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life 

Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been 

for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her 

Shit is fucked up when they got us yo 

She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown 

".face responsiblity" 

She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown 

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"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street" 

Two: CappaDonna 

Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong 

Talk what you talk but twist the real song 

When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver 

Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver 

This is not a act this is more actual fact 

Nuttin but experience placed upon track 

with the true sound, not lyin out the crown 

When we not workin we hardly be around 

Yeah see the light, right now we could fight 

You not a real brother you just a fake type 

that get on the mic then, throw your cliche 

Half the East coast soundin just like Rae 

If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow 

If you not a part of this kid act like you know 

Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great 

Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state 

I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you 

If you want some then stop frontin is the issue 

It's my turn, live niggaz could pass 

Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last 

Straight off the edge, into the rubbish 

Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet 

I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published 

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets 

What you gonna do when you grow up..." 

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets 

What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" 

*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples* 

One is invulnerable, in fact 

it involves strenuous breath control 

Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult 

The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points 

Thirty-six of these can be fatal 

The remainder, paralyzing