(feat. G. Dep)
Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
[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.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, 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 Kill"
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 (yo) 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 niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey..
[Chorus]
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
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
[G. Dep]
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 shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
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
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back tI live it high cost of livin tell me why give it all
Inside you gotta head high one size fits all
Head ride you decide
Sweet sweet ride 1969
I live it why ya gotta limit crossed grin now I
Gotta bare it head high 9 inside hell to ride
You beside
Sweet sweet ride 1965
I live it it's not a gimmick my side anti-red
What I said in yr head naked what you hide
Will the planes ever collide we align collide
My sweet sign 1969
I like it hot cold livin have you seen the inside of
My ceiling's gotta big wild grin inside miles
Wide you belie
Sweet sweet ride 1965
I've had it now I've gotta give it all blind mice
Resign you gotta hoodshine analyze
Seats alive vinyl thighs
Sweet ride 1969
I live it what I lade why I give it not away
Pen said why side when I'm dead I gotta live it
Speak free sexually why
I feel it sky's not a limit gotta nice flight
Suit and tie headlights on inside souled a
Price you can't buy
Sweet sweet sixty sexy idolize yr
Sixxy sexty oh my sixty sixxy