Ghetto Show (feat. Common & Anthony Hamilton)

Guys, come on

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Okay, one two, one two

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard

We tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic to God

Come on, precious metals round our necks and arms

We tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic to God, yeah

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard

We tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic to God

Come on, precious metals round our necks and arms

We tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic to God, yeah

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be

My hood is the ghetto

Even when you look, it's never what you see

My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach

'Cause my hood is the ghetto

Catch a second wind then begin again

My hood is the ghetto

Black magic in the hood, is tragic but understood

Crack addicts, cracked windows, cracked wood

Even what's bad becomes good, status becomes stood

Up on the pedestal, welcome to the ghetto show

Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children

Fiends' lips peeling, shit seems real and

What's real is the estate of mind that we're in

The situation feels great, my man peels weight

So he can fill plates, you might get love but you still feel hate

With gang shapes and chain clinks, we communicate

Chicago to Brooklyn, ****, real ones do relate

If lyrics sold then truth be told

I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay Z

Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense

Next best thing, I do a record with Common Sense

'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustic

Soul, rock and roll, the hip-hop that we producing, yeah

It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare

Nowadays they shoot you where they used to shoot the fair

Remember lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air

We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor

I know you know what I'm talking about

From New York to the South

Take off your shoes when you walk in the house, let's go

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be

My hood is the ghetto

Even when you look, it's never what you see

My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach

'Cause my hood is the ghetto

Catch a second wind then begin again

'Cause my hood is the ghetto

Yo, I grew up where they're playing skelly in the parking lot

And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG, and Pac up in the barbershop

Buildings too big, so you don't really see them stars a lot

But rapping, drinking, and going to prison, you see them bars a lot

I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart

And always keep my ear to the block till I dearly depart

Hip-hop is really the art, we have to express the part

Of ourselves that make us wanna martyr ourselves

It ain't harder to tell when somebody

Stick you up and put the hammer to you

They want them dead presidents like Stick Man and Mutulu

With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore

Kicks is a hundred or more

A man in front of the store begging for money and mercy

I told him say a prayer, under his breath, he curse me

**** is thirsty, I heard it's a drought

Up early serving from they grandmother's house

Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate

The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate

Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard

Either get by or get God

But you try to get by, it's like the block keep blocking

You try to make moves, it's like the car keep stopping

The shorties in court need Cochrane, yeah

I tell 'em while the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options

No time for feet watching, me and Kwe keep rocking for the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be

My hood is the ghetto

Even when you look, it's never what you see

My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach

My hood is the ghetto

Catch a second wind then begin again

My hood is the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be

My hood is the ghetto

Even when you look, it's never what you see

My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach

My hood is the ghetto

Catch a second wind then begin again

My hood is the ghetto

Yeah, left side

They say the world is a ghetto

It's ghettos around the world

We rocking for the universe and the world

Yeah, with me personally I feel like

You know what I'm saying, I travel city to city

State to state, everywhere I go

I check out the hood, you know what I'm saying

It's like this ghetto show