P. Diddy and the Bad Boy Family - Child Of The Ghetto lyrics

Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me Yo I guess you n***as told me right and exact Shake, shake, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin' this rap From even a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but, 'Harder to k**' It's real big, Beans up for lettin' me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin' me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo, swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams n***as breakin' it down n***as rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me n***as is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be n***as that know me they told me the game it could be crazy I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if you and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put sh** in the air Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem, citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him n***as in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound n***as hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin' the rocks Other n***as shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me, movin' in tops and movin' these rocks You get it, we movin' them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin' I guess the n***as told me right and exact When they said stop fightin' and stack it, get the money n***a A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me n***as is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be n***as that know me they told me the game it could be crazy Eighty-one, I had fun, eight-two, I was new Eight-three, I did me, eight-four, I had grew Eighty-five, it got live, eight-six, in the mix Eighty-seven, in the kicks, eighty-eight, in the whips Eighty-nine, I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one, we got guns, ninety-two, it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five, took a dive, nine-six, I was poor Nine-seven, did eleven, now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine, spit rhymes, two-thousand and straight sh**, I thought, I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin' the cake and lounge in estates, but yo A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me n***as is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be n***as that know me they told me the game it could be crazy A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me n***as is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be n***as that know me they told me the game it could be crazy