I Am Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G-dep

G. Rap and my nigga G-Dep 

'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard 

It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know? 

Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it 

Coming Rambo style nigga 

Two guns up 

Y'all niggaz better duck down or get your cap lifted off 

That's how we doing it for the new millennium, you heard? 

Regardless of the wait, I'm gonna stay straight ghetto 

Everybody high, don't nobody say hello 

Even when the sun shining it ain't yellow 

Get out of the borough if you know it ain't thorough 

Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow 

Still came down on the furl and pumped hero 

Red and gray Max's keep as clean as Ajax 

Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax 

Now how ghetto is this? 

You can catch me in your hallway taking a piss 

One hand on my dick, one hand on a spliff 

Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips 

If we ain't closed, it I get ferocious 

Blow this whole shit and leave me in them roaches 

In your car motion I cause commotion 

And I probably need some lotion but I don't get fucked 

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk 

On the corner selling the snort 

It's hell in New York 

Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk 

Fake guards telling you pork 

Settle for shorts, running from court 

Newports, criminal thoughts 

On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports 

What's a ghetto nigga? Thorough niggas that get cake 

Five boroughs of niggaz do his [unverified] a [unverified] flip weight 

Change garments to trick jake, yo dis jake 

I want it, yo I got warrants in six states 

Stay calm in a stolen whip with switched plates 

Snitches hate, I never leave a print to trace 

Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face 

On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight 

We start war to leave with these seven revolvers 

Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky ain't slick enough y'all 

I'm man enough to put on a dress 

Creep up like grand-mama and bust y'all 

Get close enough to part your vest and tux off 

Who would have thought the lady with the car crush y'all 

Too smart to get caught, but I got fam up north 

So if they put me in cuffs and court, fuck y'all 

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk 

On the corner selling the snort 

It's hell in New York 

Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk 

Fake guards telling you pork 

Settle for shorts, running from court 

Newports, criminal thoughts 

On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports 

Cock back the hammer, slow and pop that cantaloupe 

For the venom in my python spit, it ain't no antidote 

Jackpot from crack blocks, I was a man of dope 

Snapshots'll get your camera broke 

Your hoes used to plan a gross with the hands toast 

Close and stand opposed 

Rubber bands of C-notes, grams of the coke 

Razor blade tuck the side the line, the banter of the coke 

Watching niggas die with my hand on they throat 

Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they float 

Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke 

One last final approach, make your whole family ghost 

Bust bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo stamped in the post 

Sex gland cut off jammed in your throat, man are you gross 

Bitch hanging from a lamppost, we shoot from up close 

Blow cannons the most, catch an overdose 

Nigga, we own the coast 

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I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk 

On the corner selling the snort 

It's hell in New York 

Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk 

Fake guards telling you pork 

Settle for shorts, running from court 

Newports, criminal thoughts 

On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports 

I am 

I am