Ghetto (feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna & U-God)

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Listen to me, legislator (Ay, yo, ay, yo, ay, yo)

Park Hill Projects, one eight pound

Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos

Blunts on the regular, O.G. style

I'm into old Vs, swingin' in cabs, slingin' them Ozs

All I know is runnin' in fiends' labs, hittin' the green bags

Visualizin' Chef in the green Jags

Wait till I get on, the haters gonna hate it

In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp mag

Brother, listen to me

Brother, listen to me

Listen to me, let's just lay up

How do you make your bread in the ghetto?

How do you make your bread in the ghetto? (Hustlin', hustle, and flow)

We make bread in the ghetto by sellin' that crack

Some **** that make bread by bustin' the gat

Might stick a **** up, stab him dead in his back

It's a dirty bread game, but we get them stacks

Bread game, rather have bread than fame

Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke

Might sell anything as long as we not broke

So if you gettin' that bread, we be comin' for your throat

It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread (Mmm)

Might violate parole till ya family is dead (Mmm)

We get bread in the ghetto, while we duckin' the feds (Mmm)

I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on (Mmm)

Brother, listen to me

Brother, listen to me

Listen to me, legislator

How do you get rid of rats in the ghetto? (Yo, yo, ay, yo)

We ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags

Torture them, toss 'em out the window with ripped rags

'Cause we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto

Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal

Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitchin'

Get your ass hung like a wall clock

It's Ton' Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark

A wire stickin' out his shirt, he talkin' to NARC

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto?

Feed one child and starve another

Tell me, tell me, legislator

We like brothers, we came from the same mothers

In the projects, under the same covers

Wore the same drawers, fucked the same whores

Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same halls

Sprayed our names on the same wall

Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz

Now you caught up in music and showbiz

If that's what it is then that's what it is

Run up in your crib with twelve black brothers (Mmm)

That'll digest to live, die just to live (Mmm)

Some called us martyrs, some called us fathers (Mmm)

Run up in the club like the suicide bombers (Mmm)

We be the brothers, ready past lovers

Never wanna see us blow, we not others

Somewhere in the competition, friends got lost

(Brother, listen to me, brother, listen to me)

The money got flipped, your tables got crossed

(Listen to me, legislator)

Now you all caught up in that label talk

Braindead in the grain of thoughts

With a name and a game that can change New York

We ate from the same fork, Pop had the same thought

(Brother, listen to me, brother, listen to me)

(Listen to me, legislator)