Da Ghetto

A Lyrical Tribute to the Places Which Force you to Pack Heat by T3canolis

Strapped like Sheikra rollin in da hood

Windows rolled down and I'm feelin' good

Got guns 'n' knives, a pistol and stiletto

Rollin' like a big shot in da ghetto

Bloods and Cripps; I don't give a fuck,

Give 'em a slapshot like a hockey puck

Arm out 'da car, shades tipped down

Erryone givin' me weird looks cause I ain't brown

Got my leather jacket like I'm in da mob

Like Dorrough with my i-i-ice cream paint job

Work for my dough, I ain't a slacka

F*** wit me? You messin' wit da wrong cracka

Strapped like Sheikra rollin in da hood

Windows rolled down and I'm feelin' good

Got guns 'n' knives, a pistol and stiletto

Rollin' like a big shot in da ghetto

You be talkin shit like it's diarrhea

Kill a hooker cause you got gonorrhea

Shot her in the leg and stabbed her wit a knife

Get raped in the ass; 25 to life

To stop the gangs, ya put the police in fleets

Because school ends at 16 on these streets

Lock yo car doors; it ain't complex

Bring yo guns; we rollin' in da projects

Strapped like Sheikra rollin in da hood

Windows rolled down and I'm feelin' good

Got guns 'n' knives, a pistol and stiletto

Rollin' like a big shot in da ghetto

Everyone's got ten baby mamas

Pay child s'port for deir pajamas

Gangs got more territories than Great Britain

Their violent crimes will have you shit-tin

So many people die every day where the ghetto reaches

The area of town the mayor leaves out of his speeches

Cause every hour is an hour to kill

Whites GTFO; this is gangsterville

Strapped like Sheikra rollin in da hood

Windows rolled down and I'm feelin' good

Got guns 'n' knives, a pistol and stiletto

Rollin' like a big shot in da ghetto