{Kill me son} Yo it's on. Come follow me to the ghetto (Dedicated to the hustlers.) Come follow me to the ghetto
(Hustlers in the hood.) Come follow me to the ghetto
(To the projects.)
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Come follow me to the ghetto/ But this ain't a place that everybody can go
(You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto ghetto)/ Come follow me to the ghetto/ No this ain't the place that everybody can go (I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
-Krayzie Bone-
What a wonderful day off in the neighborhood/
G-double O-D good mornin' to ya/
(Wake up) Get up, hey there, whassup?/
Let's take a stroll through this place we call home/
And everybody be knowin' your name/
The PJ, where we tryin' to survive/
Of all our good times after workin' all day/
So we hangin' all night, drinkin'/
Feelin' all right from the love in our community/
You're a friend to me keepin' it real/
Is what we done to get by day/
You watch my back, you back is got/
Where a nigga from, it's like that/
It ain't all good, then again, it ain't all bad/
It's hard times, but some of the best times we don' had/
Now can you feel me?
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
And I gotta give my love to the projects nigga, feel me/
We should let him know we ain't forgot/
It's about this on your block/
When they got a fist full a rocks, runnin' from the cops/
Keepin' it real, they try to come up with a hundred dollar bill/
If not, anything to get a meal/
It's all about that bank roll/
Cuz when you're broke low, only the strongest survive/
I know people who vanish, so just do what you need/
Just demand to sit public or when they get business/
And if it's illegal, just play with your fears/
I hope I'm forgiven for robbin' and stealin'/
Stickin' your butts up for 50s and 20s/
Dollars, quarters, shit, even pennies, it don't make a difference/
I'm hungry, just give me, y'all feel that?/
Casualtie's caps get peeled back/
It's wild down here where we live at/
Real quick you could get killed, that's the way it goes/
You never know/
Givin' my peace to hustlers strugglin' in the ghetto, ah/
Tryin' to make that money, what we'll do to make that money
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
What you know about hard time?/
What you know about the hard time?/
What they know about hard time?/
Say, what you know about that hard time?/
I can feel it, feel it, hard time/
What they know about the hard time?/
What they know about hard time?/
Say, what you know about that hard time?/
I can feel it, feel it
-O-
Supercat told you that the ghetto's where I pertrude and listen/
So we gotta deliver another rendition/
For instance, everybody knows how it go/
1st of the Month, don't front, you been there before/
The place where random family confront you/
Cops will try to hunt you/
Cats will try to pump you and stunt you/
Nobody wants you to succeed, just fail/
The crabs in the bedroom theory/
Clearly the ghetto has it's ills, but hear me/
The streets is where I learned to chase goals instead of my tail/
Learned I wanted to sell lyrics instead of Yale/
Studio time instead of time in the cell/
I was compelled to excel/
But to appreciate heaven, gotta see hell
-Chorus-
-DJ Uneek-Outro-
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony comin' back atcha in the '99. DJ U-Neek, Krayzie Bone. Shouts out to my true T.H.U.G.S. Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. Representin' every thug, every hustler, every ghetto. Across the USA.