TaLL T Feat. StikY "Ghetto Slang, Wit A Cheap Chain"

(Verse 1) TaLL T
I hear ya spttin ghetto slang, sayin money aint a thang, now wonder why u sport dat cheap chain, here come my rain, my rath, ur fear, my path, blood bath, you claimin you a gnagsta slash thug, wit chu broke ass fits, hoe's wit no tits, shoes wit no strings, chains dat dont bling, voices dat dont sing, more hair than a fuckin bear, white ya skin color, jes like mine, cept i got dope gear, and own cell fone line, i got 24 carrot gold cross my chest, when it comes to dese things i am the best, i put ya fake gear ta rest, how many kids do i see spittin shit like sup dawg, homie, ay yo, bro, jo, foe tea fo, uh oh, then when i see ya face, i just wanna laugh cause u a discrace to the white race, claimin a homey, you lookin like a foney, wit cha fubu bright and clean, u only 13, tryin act hard mean, so lean, tryin be like me, try ta become a b, shit aint workin see....

(Chorus) X2
Ghetton slangin, cheap chainin, drug dealin, weapon concealin, money stealin, white reppin, start steppin

(Verse 2) TaLL T
Half you kats buy scraps, can't afford sean john and ecko, so might as well let go, im not claimin to be black, jes cause i dress fly, chill in shy, rep till i die, dont mean ima wanna be of different race, i dont have dreams of explorin space, playin the bass, my dreams are striclty rappin, laughin, slappin, gat grabbin, body stabbin, heart grabbin, girl friend nabbin, ull never catch me wit sum cheap bendable plastic more weak than elsatic, when i wear a chain its gunn be real, i dont need to steal, my dads ben frank and the account at my bank, how many wannabes will it take, to stop this fa gods sake....

(Chorus) X2
Ghetton slangin, cheap chainin, drug dealin, weapon concealin, money stealin, white reppin, start steppin

Im sick of dese white kids who try to hard, wearin do rags , cheap clothes fake tags, lookin like fags, i saw dis white boy up at six flags sum fubu pants and a iverson jersey, do rag, writs band, on one hand, lookin dumb, the fuckers done, i never try to hard, i juss wear g'ed up gear, nice shoes, i talk wit a accent, i dont walkin around say the n werd, ya heard?, i dont sport bandannas, i dont run cabbanas, i dont raise gang banaz, ima white boy wit ghetto slang an a expensve chain, ps2, 3 foo, im no wigger, like i see on the streets, tryin ta freestyle to sum broke ass beats, sayin they black, sayin they was raised in naperville like its suppose to be gangster er sumthin, they inhale herb tryin be koo,er whatever, i inhale herb to soothed er whatever, but still three words im always hearin "your not black,.....shit did i say i was?.....

(Chorus) X2
Ghetton slangin, cheap chainin, drug dealin, weapon concealin, money stealin, white reppin, start steppin

Now its time ta get heatin, wigger beatin, crime scene seatin, record retreatin, dis is to the bitches with stolen fake gear, bitches who cant hear, and worst nightmeare is a tru gangster puttin dem to fear, they claim thug until they meet a real one, then they bak down, slap on a frown, and pretend theyre not tryin ta be brown, sit on teh ground, ima take the picthers mound, fastball on it sumreal  chains, words of ghetto slang, a gun thata make a bang, final approval from me, to the wannabes, sit down take a seat, before tru thugs make ya tmeat, with a silver crylinder from a pistol, they u gunna wish u handt, wish u had it.....

(Chorus) X2
Ghetton slangin, cheap chainin, drug dealin, weapon concealin, money stealin, white reppin, start steppin

WIt cho broke ass chain........