Lyric Children Of The Ghetto
[Chorus]
[Singer & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me runnin through my ghetto
[First Verse:]
They got me runnin through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
I just can t look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five oh s kickin down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, it s dark as what,
But I spot em in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire,
Die a "G" tryin to make change, when I approach em,
Even though I got a great range, I won t smoke em,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High goin half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floatin in the wind fool, steady laughin ,
Til the day somebody killed you and got me askin
[Chorus (4x)]
[Second Verse:]
They tryin to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But I m in this to win this tryin to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, it s unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I m tryin to find me one,
Life dream, thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin a hero, will get cha below,
I ll be facin Ito, but you got your life Repo ed
[Chorus (4x)]
[3rd Verse:]
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics can t stop my cynical,
Passion I m blastin , trashin the evidence,
Ever since birth, I m ripped out of innocence,
Isn t this beautiful? The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won t hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shakin ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of confusion, havin illusions,
Of mental institutions bein my solution,
Who s in my nutty head, wantin everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
I m sleep wakin with a mutha shotgun,
I gotta pop one
[Chorus (4x)]
[Singer & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me runnin through my ghetto
[First Verse:]
They got me runnin through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
I just can t look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five oh s kickin down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, it s dark as what,
But I spot em in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire,
Die a "G" tryin to make change, when I approach em,
Even though I got a great range, I won t smoke em,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High goin half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floatin in the wind fool, steady laughin ,
Til the day somebody killed you and got me askin
[Chorus (4x)]
[Second Verse:]
They tryin to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But I m in this to win this tryin to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, it s unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I m tryin to find me one,
Life dream, thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin a hero, will get cha below,
I ll be facin Ito, but you got your life Repo ed
[Chorus (4x)]
[3rd Verse:]
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics can t stop my cynical,
Passion I m blastin , trashin the evidence,
Ever since birth, I m ripped out of innocence,
Isn t this beautiful? The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won t hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shakin ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of confusion, havin illusions,
Of mental institutions bein my solution,
Who s in my nutty head, wantin everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
I m sleep wakin with a mutha shotgun,
I gotta pop one
[Chorus (4x)]
