Ghetto Letra

A place where Jake don't feel safe
'cause the thugs got the block locked down
there's no escape in the...ghetto.
There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uh
our holiday's every first and fifteenth
it's the...ghetto
A place where some people can't shine for themselves
so when they rob you they just cryin' for help
and it seems like we make the whole world go 'round
an' everybody wanna be down
copy the sounds of the...ghetto.

Boys & Girls grow up fast
chicken-heads run the streets as soon as they eggs hatch
players posted up, perkin' perpindicular
searchin' for a way but all they have is the...ghetto.
They settle for the street cred
instead of trying ta teach heads
the best way to walk in every path in the...ghetto.
It's sad 'cause we wanna bust shots
gettin' props for lickin' the block hot
you're messin' up the...ghetto.
It's time to make a change for the better
let's start with ourselves
the world is my sword and it's such a better feel
than the...ghetto.
A section where the Jews were restricted
where they separated blacks from the world, know ya history
...the ghetto
Most people wish that they were from but never come
'cause they know somebody dumb got a gun in the...ghetto.
There's real people that do real things
everybody don't have bling but we all have dreams
and is seems like they make the whole world
believe that there's nothing for you & me except
drugs an' BET in the...ghetto

A place where Jake don't feel safe
'cause the thugs got the block locked down
there's no escape in the...ghetto.
There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uh
our holiday's every first and fifteenth
it's the...ghetto
A place where some people can't shine for themselves
so when they murder they just cryin' for help
and it seems like we make the whole world go 'round
an' everybody wanna be down
copy the sounds of the...ghetto.

Yo it'll make you or break you
some people hate just to see how far it'll take you
the ghetto...is what we need to get out of
we get distracted an' what happens?
We forget 'bout love up in the...ghetto.
It's where the single mothers rise up, wise up
and put they foot down when times tough
and it seems like we make the whole world think that
there ain't no real men steppin' up to be fathers up in the...ghetto.
Afterlife, have the passion of the Christ
there'll be ashes spillin' right
so I sacrifice my life 'cause the...ghetto.
Tryin' ta kill, Master P fills
when you a college boy it's hard being a victim of the...
ghetto.
Jam is about to slam dominoes
Theory spits the facts .............
and it seems like we got the whole world following trends
they're even trying to mock ???

A place where Jake don't feel safe
'cause the thugs got the block locked down
there's no escape in the...ghetto.
There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uh
our holiday's every first and fifteenth
it's the...ghetto
A place where some people can't shine for themselves
so when they jump you they just cryin' for help
and it seems like we make the whole world go 'round
an' everybody wanna be down
copy the sounds of the...ghetto.

yeah...this is dedicated to my cousin Bryan Clark, keep ya head up, baby