Jemini The Gifted One - Ghetto Pop Life lyrics

[Hook] I've got a bullet in the clip so whatcha want? I've got a lyric I can spit so whatcha want? I'm giving b**hes good dick so whatcha want? Hey, hey, so whatcha want? [Bridge] My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights I don't wanna see no end because it's not right [Verse 1] I'm just a brother who never compromised his integrity My legacy is heavenly, bury me in the hood Never think I'm not cautious, hey I recognise what a wrong look'll cost us So inside I'm always nervous, but I never look worried Come for me, gun shot flurries in a hurry Come get me, and be where I perform, stay warm I'm prepared for the storm and I brought the heat with me Lord, please talk to these boys 'fore I leave they evening spoilt Put 'em six feet up under the soil Looking at the roots of trees, better yet leave They bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need Y'all f*ggot n***as keep it moving honey riding with me Hey, hey, so whatcha want? [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2] And I never politic when I be on some cool out sh** Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed 'Cos I don't really give a f** and I ain't really got the time I'm trying to put some money in my clothes Sean clothes, Jah clothes, first, did you come with six zeros? f** y'all think? I'm trying to put some dubs on the road Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes Player, the harder we grind, the further we go I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow Whatever it takes, I see the n***a holding the case Look dead in his face, hit the n***a holding the weight Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel Hey, hey, so whatcha what? [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life) Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life) East New York Bed-Stuy, n***a (do or die) I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye) Pimp n***a, Goldie, Shaft (super fly) Mixed with a little gold cheese (from Coolie High) Mommy, how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I) Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line) Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy Didn't mean to shock you with the real, but n***as know the deal When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill Call me Mr Foreverman Can't say I never ran and never will But when the shells get to flying and I don't got sk** I get ghost then I bounce Come back and a n***a be ready to throw toast Hey, hey, so what cha want? [Hook x2]