Still In The Ghetto

Black Sheep

I guess it gotta give them



Headaches over head then your beat breaks



Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum



Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through



Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II



Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be



easy baby



You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes



Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am



Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk



Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York



Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?



You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya



Sharp duck, I'm running amuck



I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk



Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border



Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders



The water, don't wanna be deceived



I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive



'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum



I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one



That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots



Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops



Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro



I feel like I'm still in the ghetto



(chorus)



Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)



Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)



Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the



ghetto)



Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it



Trust it, the styles like lusted



And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy



I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies



'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step



One of five when the bullet fly live



When a rebel pulled a car