In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto... In the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto... Da da da dum
-Krayzie Bone-
(This shit don' blown too long) Niggas pull up deep on the block and start bustin' and while I'm runnin' I'm hopin' I don't get hit in my head when I'm duckin'/ I hit the fence, drop my dope in the process, and stick the cash inside my pocket/ Can't afford to take no big ass losses, man, but what the fuck? This is the second time they done wet us what a revenge and if we don't get 'em back they gonna roll on our ass again/ I say we squash that, nip that in the bud/ Nigga roll up that blunt, before you light it dip it in that stuff/ Sherm as we pull up on the curb, niggas come get your asses in/ And some niggas we finna serve done disrespected the turf/ It ain't nothing worth niggas thinkin' that they can hold ya/ Nigga we souljahs, we done told 'em this but now we gon' show ya/ Load up the ammo/ We makin' examples out these niggas/ Teach 'em lessons, fuckin' with my block, kiss Momma bye bye/ Pop pop pop pop/ I'm sendin' em messages in the deadliest form/ They better be warned about the real thugs, violate the date you was born and we be prayin' but ain't nobody sayin' shit or givin a fuck about us when niggas roll up on us and bust/ It's up to us to stay alive, nigga fuck tha police/ So nigga we got to ride, and all you niggas gon' feel the heat, feel the heat
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
When you're livin' you life (Livin' your life) on the streets, shit don't give a fuck/ You don't really care about these niggas and these bitches that's tryin' to get'cha for your paper/ We'll kill 'em (Kill 'em) When you're livin' you life (Livin' your life) on the streets, shit, don't give a fuck/ You don't really care about these niggas and these bitches that's tryin' to get'cha for your paper/ We'll kill 'em (Kill 'em) Damn (Damn) How come it look like we ain't goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere/ I guess we stuck in this here ghetto (Duh duh duh da da) Damn (Damn) How come it look like we ain't goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere/ I guess we stuck in this here ghetto (Duh duh duh da da)
-Bam-
I love speed, a reflection of my own G's so 'fear reprecussions/ For dead homies, please/ We ride till we fall, who ridin' it through them all? A kid about that weed, full of greed and won't stall/ For these thangs, thirty years a whole lot of strikes/ And lots of homies died, third strikes a triple life/ Show niggas how to hold they glocks and little rock/ My hoods so hot if I crash I won't stop/ Hoppin' fences, three or four dope convictions/ And who the fuck is trippin? My homies on a mission, for those shoes that'll wake on they grave site/ I sacrifice my life, I run the hood at night/ First niggas to mix they colors with they white sax/ And fuck the Feds, we refuse to give these life's back/ Numbers and letters, and plus respect/ Never rat out on your friends and always get up on your set