Kanye West - Ghetto lyrics

Word up.... You know you like a Donald Goines n***a, thats off top.... (Carl Thomas) "I got bills and sh** to pay, and another mouth on the Way, I'm ghetto" (Raekwon) Thats right, thats what I'm talkin' 'bout, tell the young boys Out there man" (D-Dot) "Takin' it back on some soulful type sh**, Hip-Hop in it's rare Form" (Carl Thomas) "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the Line, I'm ghetto" (Raekwon) "Now ya'll n***as wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger" (Carl Thomas) "See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto" (Raekwon) "Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every Three seconds" (Carl Thomas) "I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm Ghetto" (D-Dot) "We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'" (Raekwon) "I tell the story for the young black youths out there" (Verse 1: Raekwon) Yo, it started out in East NewYork Where I grew up, learned how to walk Favorite carry weapon was a fork Older folks smoked out, straglers Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar Starvin' for mine, bust three at ya Dad f**ed up consecutively Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' p**y Moms dropped him on the spot Smacked me in the knot Only he gave you was your name and these blocks Yup, thats ya Pops Still, thats me still Keep it real If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out Three days away from home he come back stoned out Coke on the table, pressin' redial Son I'm sendin' you home, n***a you foul Yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big Half the n***as I run wit' gettin' jig The other fifty cent balancin' a bid Oh sh**, got this b**h seeded To God I pleaded What should I do? knock your self off, but the God succeeded And the most scariest part is you better have heart Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart Have Faith in your God Shoot joints, get involved Put tints on your windows, whip cars Yeah, all the giants revolve Black Clarion, ready to die for the family hard Alcoholic vultures with toasters Sheep skins on Leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on We livin' financially f**ed up, gotta have credit Smoke a bag of wet and set it The block we deaded Society's grown too black and too strong to prolong Got my Woman with a gun in her thong It's kinda wild how we livin' The Devil's force has risen We travel from here to prison A presidency shelter for my elders Thats real, cause we need them and they need us, thats love for ya Leavin' on this moment Meditatin' at Four in the Mornin' n***a you screamin'..... Chorus (Carl Thomas) I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghetto See me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto (Verse 2: Madd Rapper) Born in the gutter A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter My leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was bu*ter Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit Thirteen years old 3 Months in Spofford Crime, I couldn't stop it Didn't pa** the Tenth grade School was cool but it didn't keep our rent paid So every Wednesday me and my Dogs Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx Knowin' all along the sh** was wrong Ain't the first and damn sure ain't the last It keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on Same old story, my Pops left Waves and Pony's and mock necks Tre's and Forty's and hot s** With around the way b**hes From around the way riches, yo, my block reps I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts So pardon my appearance, everythings all good n***a I'm just like you except I'm from the hood Chorus (Carl Thomas) I got bills and sh** to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto (D-Dot - this goes out to all my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all Around the nation and all around the World, knowhatI'msayin'?) Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto Does anyone mind the truth ya'll? Does anyone mind the truth ya'll? Does anyone mind the truth ya'll? Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?