right now Esto una, This is the Massacre musical, mothafukin musical massacre U kno wat im sayin The facalty, J-merk, Kaza De La Dz Hey shorty, hey shorty
here right now Esto una, This is the Massacre musical, mothafukin musical massacre U kno wat im sayin The facalty, J-merk, Kaza De La Dz Hey shorty, hey shorty
'Cause the things I seen My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen Hey it was packed on
All my life, all my life, all my life I ain't, never had nothing Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto You gotta survive, no matter the pain
Drop n roll [Akon:] Shawty gotta nice breast beautiful body, Everytime I see her she lookin for a party, Nice lil ghetto attutide and naughty, God damn baby you can be my shorty
Na nana na, nana, nana, nana Oh hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey Well uh huh, girl, I'm parked outside And you know that it's sittin' on chrome Hey, I'm
him to play this here, until these speakers blow I like your air max, the shirt with no back She showing off her tats, you wouldn't know It's slightly, ghetto ghetto
and whilin', it's alright I hate when my brothers fuckin' up undercovas Shorty, did I stutter? Go get another rubba Shorty is shakin' like blubba, shorty
click. She fine, she thick, shes always on her shit She fine, she thick, shes always on her shit, "her shit" look, beat her, bang her, wang her, shorty, shorty
Hey yo god don't fuck with her I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz Hey yo lord don't fuck with her I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina Hey
ghetto boy, check it out [John Legend - overlapping BT's last two lines] Yeah yeahhh Little ghetto boy, ohhh Playin in the ghetto street, ay-ayyyy! What
one to complain but there?s things in the game (What?s your name?) Consequence, I?m tight, burnt like flames (And why?s that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto
fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
how to act) Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange Show stoppin', no flockin', I'm about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I'm project, I'm ghetto
, lil' boy black in the ghetto No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto No choice but to adapt to the ghetto So he adapts to the ghetto Yes, the
