Ghetto's T

Oh yeah
This dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
Taken out the game
And to my brother kevin miller, rest in peace fool

Verse 1

Growing up in the calliope, new orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat i thought somebody was out to kill me
I'm paranoid i toss and turn in my sleep g
My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy
19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
I hooked up with my little cousin jimmy
Learned to slang drugs
A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood
This fast cash got the p living no good
I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back
Me and my cousin ?? say i got him for a fucking sack
I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though
He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now i gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
That's the way i'm gone die fool
One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
I moved to richmond california just to fucking get away
Bumped into my partner king from new orleans
He couldn't find a job and i'm back to slanging amphetamines
And everything was cool for a fucking while g
Til i went to this club and this fool tried me
We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds
Til these suckers walked up and said jack
These niggas from the country
We didn't have no gats, i had to make a g move
Connects and head butting, that's how i did this fool
King g hit this boy with a upper cut
30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck

(chorus)

Anything goes
Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes

Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they back

1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
But why you have to mess with p

Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back

Verse 2

Released from the county on a po
The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
Two days later i'm back rolling motherfucking black
Lexus coup with a droptop benz
And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though
Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro
They say my little brother died back in new orleans
Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
But i ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry
In richmond one day the p is gonna die
And if i do i guess i'm going out like a g though
Like the movie on the motherfucking untouchables
So when i go out, i know i'm fucking living wrong
They betta take me out like fucking al capone

Verse 1 (c-murder)

I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Two bullets in my chest that i cannot feel
Left the bulletproof vest in the coup de'ville
I'm steadily getting weaker i don't know what to do
Picked up the mobil phone dialed t-r-u
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and i hid my nine
Killa killa killa killa i'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now i'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black john gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street i got funk with the southside
I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and king in the pack
Master p in the passenger seat getting ready
Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
Got close to them fools told silkk to cut the lights off
Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
Cause murder is an everythang thang

(chorus)

Its an everyday thang

Verse 2 (master p)

I couldn't find a job so i started slanging crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
72 oz's that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
Bitches on my dick cause they know i'm living fat
And get the lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
But i ain't even tripping
Cause i know these hoes don't like me
And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
But i ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
No limit came up quick just like a bullet
But master p ?? we pull it
And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
Better check billboard the number one hit
Still on the hood on the under ??
Cause selling dope is an everyday thang

(chorus)

Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker
And when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot)
Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot)
Nothing but assholes and elbows
Bitch come on you done do it

(chorus)

Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep
Its a motherfucking robbery nigga

Verse 1 (c-murder)

Don't move or i'm a break you off somthing proper,
With this automatic motherfucking static stopper
Aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for
But somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor
Gimme yo money 'for i act the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me
I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies
We gotsta handle this shit like g's
Let me think for a second i gotsta get my respect bitch!
Come here i snatch your motherfucking kid
I hope god forgive me for the shit that i did nigga

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Verse 2 (c-murder)

I got away and now i'm on the run
With my gun and this motherfucking bitch's son
Tryin to blend in with the ghetto children
My hideout is a fucked up abandoned building
I'm high as fuck but still i sport a beanie
To hide my face cause i'm killin any bitch that see me
My old lady keeps paging me tell me turn my self in
But that shit can't fade me
Cause with a hostage i gotta chance to get about the city
Where ever i go he goin with me
And still stickin to the g code
Another nigga in my shoes would of bitched thats a like a hoe
And can't wait till 11:30 im outie
But meanwhile i bout to get my fuckin nose dirty
And kid talkin bout he thristy save the drama
I catch myself day dreamin bout the bahammas
Lets go and keep your fuckin mouth shut
Walked out the door and it was all fucked up

<skit>

(chorus x4)

Damn this gangsta shit aint what it all cracked up to be
Ya heard me?
Niggas dying trying to make a quick buck
Slanging dope
Pulling 211's
This shits serious dog
To all my young niggas out there
Think about what you do before you do it
Shit cause you might not come back home
Know what i'm sayin?
Just take it easy and shit
Check out what i'm saying
Feel me
That's all want
Just feel me
Peace

Silkk (talking) :

Let's go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers
Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20
(*coughs* i can't do that fool)

Verse 1:

I'm out of dank, my 40's halfway gone
I called my boy king up on the mobile phone
Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag
Careful don't twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass
And 5 0 run up on a nigga g
They ain't catching niggas like the fucking piggety p
See i be ballin' ballin' ballin' through the richtown
She got the gat some motherfuckers better lay down
Laying candy on the stripes with the giggety fold
I'm riding dayton's sideways 'till they giggety old
To get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank
Cause if it don't stank, then it ain't real dank
I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga
Get the gauge for the jackers, show'em chrome triggers
Motherfuckers in the game straight clocking cheese
Like rbl say niggas don't smoke no damn more weed

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga

Verse 2:

Pass me the bud, i'm on the green leaves
I wanna feel like i'm swimming the fucking seven seas
Chronic sack and i'm fucked with the indo
You ain't down with the mob, you out the window
It's a drought so we ain't sharing our fucking chronic sack
Put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack
A head rush, better duck, once again it's on
Master p danked out, mr. al capone
With the indonesia
Going up the strips with the bitches and the skeezars
Gettin' you perked up off the diggety dope
Ain't giving a fuck about the jackers and the 5 0
And most niggas get yiggety yanked
I get 3 for 2, when i buy my diggety dank
Grab the gat, i need a 40, bought to get toast
Sideways (sideways) to the liquor store

Chorus:

You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga

-if we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-but we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-we a threat to society
-they ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in america
-you see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-but only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
-in other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-see we successful black businessmen
But we also mercenary soldiers

(chorus)

Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(my pops say)

Verse 1 (master p)

I sell stones out, i'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, master p he fucking ??
Besides them g's, i'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That i could go gold
Platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this m16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from new orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause i'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps

(chorus x3)

Verse 2 (mystikal)

Nigga tell me what you gone do
Its just me and you, you and i
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
Flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
Tell your fucking boys don't move
Cause like a rug i got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
Back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
If you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move i'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's i just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up

(chorus x3)

Verse 3 (silkk)

Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am i
Silkk the shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see i be counting money like a machine
No how i'm saying i got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what i'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and i sell it for 18
You know what i'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
You know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but i still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how i'm saying, 4 g's and i run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until i done it
And its cool i gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way i gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him

(chorus)

(chorus)

You abandoned p
Now he don't have no where to go
No where to go no where to go i guess i'll sell dope
No where to go no where to go i guess i'll sell dope

Verse 1

Giggety glock and i'm out there slanging cocaine
I guess its hard growing up without your family man
Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight
I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right
Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking gin
Dropped me off at my grandma house i ain't seen him since
Sometimes i don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm
Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own
Now i'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats
Trying to get paid off the cluckers and the county check
10 years old and i'm out there slanging cocaine
No love from my family, just love from the game
No one to turn to so i'm out there slanging crack
Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack
And if i die today or tomorrow i guess i'm out of luck
A bastard child all alone so i'm stuck

(chorus)

Verse 2

A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto
Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter
An outcast looked down by the system g
A menace to society a brother without a family
And everytime i see a room without a damn ceiling
It remind me i was born in a abandoned building
Cause in the ghetto you gotta learn the dirty dance
In other words you gotta learn to throw them thangs
A snotty nose kid without no food to eat
My role models were the dealers ??
Dripping wet you see my pamper leaking
But mama tripping cause she too busy out there tweeking
Our baby sitter was a tore up dope fiend
I almost died, drunk a whole bottle of chlorine
And when i think about my pass i don't crack a smile
Cause it hurt knowing i was a bastard child

(chorus)

Damn silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, i'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool

Verse 1

In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like riddick bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 up
Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? til we open up shop partner but its all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King george with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and ed in the benz as the decoy
And in the 5 lil ric and d-boy
C-murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this
Put they heads on flat like lawerence taylor
Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass i'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sleep
And its a message from the motherfucking street

(chorus)

Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes

Verse 2

Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
Og blood in my veins, but they don't know the p
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where i'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets

(chorus)

Verse 3

I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit like the ghetto's trying to kill me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the no limit mob you better move fast
Being real cause the p don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All i heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
Tru g's in the dope game
But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man

(chorus)