The Ghetto Lyrics - The Documentary 2.5 - Game

Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby 

I love you, stay with me, please, baby 

Someone's coming, please, please 

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto 

The, the, the, the 

It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia 

Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria 

Every part of the whole world, there's an area 

That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle 

The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent 

No different from Flint, Michigan 

Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them 

It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula 

Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to 

Inner cities the rich won't move to 

The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard 

The opposite of how these concentration camps are 

Low-income housing, it dwells murderers 

But children don't qualify for health services 

The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations 

Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation 

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It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto 

The, the, the, the 

Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker 

They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga? 

Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas 

War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures 

They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters 

Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster 

Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich 

Others just watch us niggas drive up the block 

We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood 

They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good? 

It happens in Compton, happens in Queens 

Happened to Big L, happened to Chinx, and 2Pac, in that passenger's seat 

Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed 

What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets 

So before we look outside, we gotta look within 

Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end 

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It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto 

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto 

The, the, the, the 

I'm from the project buildings, high stories 

My stories from valence to glory 

Dog-eat-dog world, gory 

In the gutter, brother despise brother 

Throwing threats at each other 

Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters 

Alcoholics, narcotics, organized 

Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive 

They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves 

On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs 

Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers 

Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up 

Rubber bands on they Grams, what? 

Playing cards and they bored 

Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword 

Block parties, fools stamp debit cards 

Your hood ain't no different from ours 

We share the same dreams, same money 

Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars 

The world's a ghetto 

The world's a ghetto 

The world's a ghetto 

(Ghetto) 

The world's a ghetto 

Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes 

Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes 

Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu 

He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you? 

Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two 

I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables 

Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes 

Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible 

That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical 

You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables 

Adapted to my surroundings, flow better