Cam'ron - Child of the Ghetto lyrics

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Cam'ron - Child of the Ghetto lyrics

Let's do the Eastside one time Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99 Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down Whole clip, blow pounds Silencers steady, that's no sound Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round Here we go now, I'm the owner You're the pitcher, this block is your mound Buildin' a beast so villians can eat I reside on the west, chilled on the east If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects Scored 35 then I wait for a profit Talk, pull the .9, then I spray up an object Homie, don't confuse me, pardon mine I'm the Harlem World Karlton Hines Get it right n***a Hook: A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me I don't really buy j**elry, I take 'em I don't listen to artists dog, I break 'em I don't really look at movies, I make 'em I'm filet megnione, you a steak 'em Any beef, I'm a open it probably I got some dudes hopin' ya try me I got hoes, sell coke in the lobby I'm rich b**h, sellin' dope is a hobby Beefin' with Cam be heat did they hand me I be in the Lamby, you with' your family Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit Your roller bladin', circus, and picnics The underworld, the circuit I live in You keep your biscuit, we'll work her with chickens That's the rules that were laid to me Why you think they call me KFC You don't know me homie Hook: A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me '91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out Grant's tomb brought out of Laguardia house Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies They come to h**n, the biggest of Dons Since Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes Snitched, triggers and bombs hit the alarm I would kick in the door, click on ya moms I fell to the arms, in jail we roasted The bail was there, bail got posted Like, in Boston at 1 point boo The bail it was 1 point 2 Get the money n***a Hook: A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me