Bigg Rocc - In Da Ghetto lyrics

[Hook: MC Ren] Ain't no love for the n***as in the ghetto sh** be f**ed up when you live in the ghetto Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on" It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto [Verse 1: MC Ren] Y'all know n***as got it bad That's why the f** we wake up mad, I'd swear we're sad Bills pilin' up, I got laid off But I gotta let these knuckle-heads know I ain't soft So get rid outta the smiles, learnt to strike Never will and I try to swing in a f**in' gun fight Ppolice know the homies on the first name bases So when somethin' happened, they the first ones to chase us...... [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] I know nothing but the ghetto, born and raised In the streets of the Hub city, blunts we blased To ease the k** of mentality When another motherf**ers tryin' to test me I can't turn my back, I'm too down for that At the young days learnt to work with the strap To all my n***as locked up It's simple, the ghetto's hustlin, bust nuts........ [Hook: MC Ren] Ain't no love for the n***as in the ghetto sh** be f**ed up when you live in the ghetto Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on" It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto [Verse 3: Chip Dirty] In our town full as none but Compton With n***as are pop one n***a you got one to spark one, time is creepin' I'm keepin' a fat stack with crack for the fiends Sixteen which free dreams, low riders and big creams Big booties with tag team John Doe with somethin, in the fo' I'm thinkin' I'm never lastin' but cops are blastin' us And knockin' us up, now sh** is gettin' f**ed up....... [Verse 4: MC Ren] They say they still got beef I'm f**ed the police While I'm tryin' to puff a blunt in front seat, in peace Please, save me from the beasts My nerve is drained Villain sick and tired, n***a stayed in pain Should the real n***a complain Thinkin' of the past I'll speak for dead slaves they can kiss my a** And tell Bush he can't have my vote I'm on my third house now, n***a this is cutthroat........... [Hook: MC Ren] Ain't no love for the n***as in the ghetto sh** be f**ed up when you live in the ghetto Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on" It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto [Verse 5: Bigg Rocc] But in the ghetto some n***as stick together To get through the bad weather, still chasin' cheddar But haters, who appearin' n***as out sight I got to act right, to f** up the n***a's night We'll bring back, that Compton westcoast, across the world Tossin' down these little girls I'm ghetto fine, in the ghetto I'mma keep it on point n***a like the elbow........ [Verse 6: John Doe] I'm almost give up, I can't do that many years homey sh**, I can't cry that many tears homey, you're phoney I wouldn't thought, maybe I wouldn't talk to fans You should've held this I'm on work in a first place But I won't snitch, I hate the b**h Or maybe I'll hit the bricks in two thousand and six Aiy lova b**h, either locked up or Glock down for sure Nobody gives the f** about the ghetto........ [Hook: MC Ren X3] Ain't no love for the n***as in the ghetto sh** be f**ed up when you live in the ghetto Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on" It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto