Father Shaheed - Miss Ghetto lyrics

[Intro: Wise Intelligent] Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story) Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my n***as in central New Jerusalem. All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down, and took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives, you know what I'm saying Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine It's like that and you don't stop She like c**aine, running around my brain (true!) Miss Ghetto be like c**aine, running around your brain [Verse 1: Wise Intelligent] I know some crack slangers Gangbangers and cracker shankers They soldier-trainers, teaching their kids to murder strangers They live for danger, they express the "dying anger" Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wesson's Unlike the 80s, ladies packing sigma 380s The sh** is crazy, but it's life to ghetto babies They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy I thought I maybe, I could show 'em the other way G Of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth From d**h to life, teaching n***as of every type The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife The black man is God, the 12th j**el is thirteen The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings Cause blush, to live with these n***as is in a rush In God they trust, so they sell crack to us Lust for what whitey got and whitey has Can see your a** on pursuit to get cash To look thrash, to driving the latest jags To rock rags made by Italian f*gs See, I never meant to fall in love with this sh** But Miss Ghetto you's a s*ut so I'm divorcing you b**h, bust it [Chorus: Wise Intelligent] (x2) I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing [Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2) She's like c**aine running around my brain (No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects) [Verse 2: Wise Intelligent] Down in my gutter, just like others there's teenage mothers The dying brothers, shooting out with one another They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby They're dressing flashy can't be caught in fatigue khakis They're rocking Coogi, Versace and cold boots G These brothers do it for the love of the life But I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wife I used to s** her, bust my nut, get my cash real fast But that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn't last We used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sort When k**ing became sport street life became short I thought, "Are we junkies like these baseheads, yo They addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough" For truly, I never meant to fall in love with this sh** But Miss Ghetto you's a s*ut so I'm divorcing you b**h, bust it [Chorus: Wise Intelligent] (x2) I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing [Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2) She's like c**aine running around my brain (No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects) [Verse 3: Wise Intelligent] See, there go some n***as that I used to roll with Still on that crack and gun sh** Endless pursuit to run sh**, bust it Miss Ghetto got 'em strung out on the putang cream That does up Wu-Tang fiends For slinging c**aine, dig it We used to do the bumper crack for the s** While making love to the checks Miss Ghetto's steelo complex Living trifling, no matter where my life went Miss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more exciting Fighting, shooting out, doing all type dirt Being these, seeing G's putting in that work Word, we used to keep a sisters underwear laced With ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlay, flip! Me and my n***as ran the strip pushing dip Black cats and plastics, f**ing the minds of black kids Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap He said, "I know you sell crack but what you out to k** blacks?" I wasn't trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weak I said that we gotta eat, that's why we running these streets Then he said, "Don't you know that whitey give you that coke That bullsh** pursuit of plush that got you k**ing your folks?" Life, I didn't understand that sh** back then But now I do so I refuse to roll with whitey again, bust it [Chorus: Wise Intelligent] I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, n***as I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing, yo I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce word life I'm bouncing [Chorus 2: Culture Freedom (sample)] (x2) She's like c**aine running around my brain (No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects) [Outro: Wise Intelligent] See girls, you like c**aine, f**ing with my brain You like c**aine, running around my brain For the love of this...