(feat. Bootleg) [Ghetto E] Uh, fa' sho' Uh, uh, Ghetto E Lupe, Spit Flames Ghetto E the millionare Flint town (I want the world) Where the real killas
everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world
want everything you There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you want There's always something you got to give up If you want everything
to hell, if I don't abide And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl She on E, feeling on me, singing on key While I'm bumping We Are The World Got a sniff from Britney
bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl She on E, feeling on me, singing on key While I?m bumping We Are The World Got a sniff from Britney
I'm bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous girls She on E, feeling on me, singing on key While I'm bumping We Are The World Got her sniffin
kilo Keep my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living ain't new to me Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me
In the world of BET, I'm looked at as 'Too Rock 'N' Roll' In the world of MTV, my name is 'Too Gangsta' Man, Strange Music, we got this, baby, this year
baby, that's for sure Come on, they got me, platinum in da ghetto It's a hard life so I'm takin' it slow That's the G H to the E to the T T O On a long
to the city life, Nadia Nadia Cuz I met her in the ghetto God is in the ghetto Love is in the ghetto In the ghetto Truth is the ghetto Power in the ghetto
Beggin' for a few hun? Son, your fun meets my gun! Now you scream you're true black Boy, you need to chill with that! Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni
Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M. With
runnin' shit now or so I'm told Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact I heard he sold it long ago No doubt to break out, from the ghetto That
gone, now labeled a statistic Ain't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets History repeats itself, nuttin' new in school I knew E'rything
's how it should be right fuck everyone else only thing that matters in this world is you and yourself maybe it's the E.L.F waves better known as elf
