Ghetto Life Lyrics - Singles - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Ok, we got the Birdman in the building 

We got Killa in the building 

We got Young Weezy in the building 

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby 

Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty 

An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M 

An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims 

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems 

Green Austen, they don't cost in rims 

Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear 

Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here 

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? 

'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it 

Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet 

I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze 

But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay 

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace 

An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace 

Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it 

Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ 

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy 

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets 

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up 

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me 

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life 

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes 

Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro 

When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life 

Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type 

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe 

Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike 

Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes 

Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life 

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life 

See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes 

This swish interry foreign German lifes 

An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice 

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white 

But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes 

Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe 

Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life 

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy 

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets 

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up 

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me 

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life 

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders 

C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever 

Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya 

Dice game, head crack, 64 fever 

When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever 

An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva 

I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook 

Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook 

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks 

Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block 

Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots 

That's how coke for that cook up his watch 

I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac 

'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops 

All they say is, look at his drop 

Hand on my license, look at his watch 

But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby 

We come through clownin', baby 

An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall 

Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa 

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy 

Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets 

I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up 

For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me 

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life 

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla 

Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella 

Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap 

Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time