Born In The Ghetto Lyrics - Art Of War: World War Iii - Bone Thugs N Harmony

The Ghetto would always gon' hold me down 

Picking me up when I'm flat on the ground 

Lifting me up through the dirt that I found 

Taking me well beyond leaps and bounds 

Sold to the mound? soul to the clown 

Little window 

It don't get no better when I get a little Henny kinfolk some Indo 

Dead in my tracks like Kimbo, slam back another 6'4 

Sip slow, got? on my mind, flipping I'm fine 

Back to that ghetto smhetto 

Back to the basics back to the missions 

My niggas no kidding I get on this plane and I'm going insane and I'm sharing my rhythm been working on second winds 

I'm second to none, seconds to win 

Seconds to run 

First to lose it, worst to come 

Sippin on booze 

Forever young 

That's real talk, come at you young 

You can hear my real heart 

It's real dark 

Back where I'm from 

That's cause they'll kill ya 

Mamma told me get money but don't be no dummy but she was so caught up I thought I was nothing I'm probably something method is complex 

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I'm probably something 

Fuck it, (What), I'm ghetto 

Buckets (What), I'm ghetto 

Shawty know how to party 

Little ghetto in all of us 

I was conceived in the back seat, of my Granddaddy's Caddy 

Momma had me, she was 17 and my Pappy, was a Marine 

Big dreams living in the ghetto, brick cities seven levels 

Roses don't grow threw concrete streets loaded with heavy metal 

Chase paper and chase the devil 

We can dance up under the moonlight 

We can all fight fuck it bars and stripes, red blue and white 

Listen at the shit I say, 'bout to sway as I convey 

Everyday it's payday no they ain't fucking around 

My thugs persuade 

These niggas you see me wit' bitch 

We got way more to lose 

They call me Sticky got an itchy trigger finger niggas hog all your brews up 

We can kick it like trues man get it in 

Wit' a known motherfucker how to win 

This is a trend, we set it again and again I 

Guess I'm 

Photos 

Plenty niggas that's from my set 

Sign a motherfucker's check you can't even cash well that's your ass fool 

Imma let it rest 

7/11 I'm breaking? 

Making it out the Ghetto I'm living swell now 

I was born with a strike against me 

Then they told me that life is empty 

I don't like it but the fight is in me 

Never ever would I give 'em my rights don't tempt me 

Move forward, tunnel vision 

I channel my energy without a collision they feeling the synergy all the decisions I'm making broadcasts like a television 

It's all in the ether 

It's either I make it or somebody dead 

Cause I'm tired, I'm 

I'm ready to ride, rebelling cause Satan a lie 

Momma sit back gimme some patience 

For the Lord, no limits, no waiting 

In the ghetto wit' Layzie 

Too long we been dealing wit' the stress and the pressure of working with lesser than less 

No one would help for the drama was too much to measure, pleasure 

Only came when we could make her smile 

Treasure every day I can make her proud 

Better one day 

Wait, how 'bout now? 

Together we pray, all out loud 

I'm down, I'm not out 

I found a way to get out 

Said I couldn't do it put my mind to it? doing find a way out 

Bring back the love for the kids 

Like look what I did, you can do this 

You always can make it, wherever you live