Mistah F.A.B. - Ghetto Lyfe lyrics

Verse: Now as I walk the hallways And I spark the Marley Stop at the park Catch a game and ball in parley I beg ya pardon Yeah I b sparkin Run to the store an get some Philly cartons plus that Remy martin Jus to post the block With peppahs to close 2 hot They boutta to open shop Its molten hot, crack the hydren In the streets cats b violent With supa soakers filled wit freezin aqua Bustin knockas,dodgin coppers Birds they run in flockers Hide ya locker, aviod dem choppas Doe off in ya sockers Ridin relentless cause its nothin poppa My grounds is proppa Apartment kids they laugh at monsters No bed bugs, jus med d** And dead thugs,that got they head bust Fa tryin to bread crust, exuses fa dat because the police They let us, get the cheddar Til they got hot an fed up Den they send boys with billy clubs To come and swell r heads up Hook: The ghetto The ghetto life The only life I see The ghetto life The ghetto life The only life for me All though its packed with thugs They got gats and slugs Be on the tracks with d** I still back the love So what , its smoke infested Most of my folks arrested Some houses roach infested Dont think the pope could bless it Verse 2: It be them same bricks Where hot peppahs They hang thick And Og's game spit And tell u neva eva name spit And peeps that sell dope His momma says he aint sh** To blow and get some doe Fools is so anxious Fiens takin crank hits Mixed in them dank spliffs It make they brains flip It make they brain switch And boss's thang flip And take them spain trips And import them thangs quick All through the main ships Pizza man he stay piz We always take his Ice cream man dont stop On most blocks It so hot Wit mo cops Then corn crops Thug babies is born pac Bedrooms like p**n shops And mama warn pops Not to come around If so his arm shot Whole family be on rocks Crazy and its non-bbstop Everywhere u go its far from settle But hey, you learn to deal with that growin up in the ghetto Hook Verse 3: It be them worldwide hoods Where moms and grandmoms raise you good Gave u everything they could You still dont understood Them down south peeps That make sure there was somthing ta eat That house that cook chicken every day of the week Them neighboors that work hard labor every day on their feet Them hoods where kids see cars and still stay in the street Them tempeture thugs that stay with the heat And u know them street thugs They stay with them teef Them gold ones They sit back chit chat and roll one Post infront of the store intill the 5-0 come. And when they come they still dont run They yell whateva to whateva Them a**holes talk and say Turn their backs and just walk away And spark they hay Hey what can I say Hook