Ghetto

Ghetto

Verse1

A.K. Rowdy is the ghetto-est place

You step up here you see the ghetto-est face

And round here we was raised on Tahitian Treat

And Techniques and those old school beats

Be no longer do I mess with those Swisher Sweets

But when it got dark we use to play hide and seek

And after class I use to cut the grass and collect cans

To try to get some extra cash

And at school we use to kick it

And I use to wear the Puma’s with the zipper

Where I use to stick my lunch ticket

And put on the fat laces and start to break-dance

In my brand new parachute pants

And have friends stay the night

But then they’d want to fight

Cuz they didn’t get their turn on Excite Bike

And Double Dribble was the ghetto-est game

When I shot a three I had the ghetto-est range

And back then it was so fun we would act so dumb

We would knock on doors at night and run

And at street football I was a superstar

But sometimes I’d get tackled by a parked car

What I still ghetto in the same since

Just a little bit different from the past tense

No longer do I break out the skateboard

But now I represent my home town and the Lord

So if you ghetto then go ahead and be gutta

Cuz you know I’m still smooth like butta what

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G. is for the way we glorify today

H. hallelujah for the most high praise

E. is for the way we evangelize

T. is for the way that we testify

T. is for the truth that be in out lives

O. original style won’t be compromised

Come on ain’t no othas this times drawling nigh yo we just so ghetto

Verse 2

I’m sick to my stomach of these corny emcees with their fake street credit

Demanding respect but from me thy won’t get it

Cuz I eat the uneducated like they was candy

I see the way they looking yo I know they can’t stand me

But it don’t matter cuz I’m on a whole notha level

A soldier for Christ combat collecting medals

Plus me and God together like NASCAR and gas pedals

And I be from the A.K.Rodwy where thuggin ain’t and act

Cats be strapped keepin their trunk lids cracked

Ball in the summer first sweep the glass

Calling blunt timeouts so they can hit they stash

Metaphor of how ghetto I be picture me

Tuesday 10 o’clock I’m in the grocery

In sweats and wife beater wearing my house slippaz

Buying lotto tickets chips and malt liquor

And I’m so stick of dudes telling our youth

To be strong you got to thug Servant tell them the truth

Living right ain’t weak it don’t make you a sell out

Now help us spell this would and tell them what you about

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Verse 3

The main thing people love about the way we roll

Is the Soldiers don’t talk about what we don’t know

So when we say yo these kids be ghetto

Be from the ghetto better believe that’s so

I know I know this ghetto term gets misused

By those who can’t comprehend the word gets abused

It’s not to be confused with kids with no shoes

That word is poverty people listen to me

Ghetto is a place inside your soul

Some never can see because they don’t believe

Our never have received the gift for you and me

The gift that is free life in eternity

But I be ghetto baggy jeans and Timbs

$500 car $4,000 rims

$3,000 system

No job but I got mad ends on the corner with me and my friends

(Chorus)