Child Of The Ghetto Lyrics - Cam'ron

Let's do the Eastside one time 

Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99 

Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver 

Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem 

Verse 1: 

I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud 

I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up 

Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down 

Whole clip, blow pounds 

Silencers steady, that's no sound 

Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round 

Here we go now, I'm the owner 

You're the pitcher, this block is your mound 

Buildin' a beast so villians can eat 

I reside on the west, chilled on the east 

If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip 

I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects 

Scored 35 then I wait for a profit 

Talk, pull the .9, then I spray up an object 

Homie, don't confuse me, pardon mine 

I'm the Harlem World Karlton Hines 

Get it right nigga 

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Hook: 

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me 

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me 

Knew that it wasn't, and wasn't the game of degree 

Rippin', they runnin', the gunnin', they name it from me 

A child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me 

I'm livin' in scripture, the picture they painted for me 

Verse 2: 

I don't really buy jewelry, I take 'em 

I don't listen to artists dog, I break 'em 

I don't really look at movies, I make 'em 

I'm filet megnione, you a steak 'em 

Any beef, I'ma open it probably 

I got some dudes hopin' ya try me 

I got hoes, sell coke in the lobby 

I'm rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby 

Beefin' with Cam be heat did they hand me 

I be in the Lamby, you wit' your family 

Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit 

Your roller bladin', circus, and picnics 

The underworld, the circuit I live in 

You keep your biscuit, we'll work her with chickens 

That's the rules that were laid to me 

Why you think they call me KFC 

You don't know me homie 

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Verse 3: 

'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out 

Grant's tomb brought out of Laguardia house 

Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse 

Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies 

They come to heroin, the biggest of Dons 

Since Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes 

Snitched, triggers and bombs hit the alarm 

I would kick in the door, click on ya moms 

I fell to the arms, in jail we roasted 

The bail was there, bail got posted 

Like, in Boston at 1 point boo 

The bail it was 1 point 2 

Get the money nigga 

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