Lifestyles Of A Ghetto Child Lyrics - M.o.p.

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Watch your back, yo, kid, it's on, it's time on time 

Take ten of theirs 'cause they took one of mine 

Them niggas sound sweet, ain't nothing 

I think they packin' heat, ain't nothing we cuttin' 

Nigga, get up, pick your motherfucking head up 

Somebody gon' get whet up, does this look like a set up? 

See that bitch over there? Yeah, she tryin' to get attention 

Watch them niggas to your left, oh, see you mention and they flinchin' 

Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed 

Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man? 

Nigga, leave when I jump up and squeeze, nigga, breeze 

Down upstairs, get Pacino and bees and more toast 

They gettin' close, nigga, Larry 

These niggas should be buried 

The situation's a tough decision 

I'm going to get some more ammunition 

So we can continue this mission 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Bring it to 'em, kid, catch them niggas before they slide 

True dat, you get the front, I creep from the side 

Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough let your shit go 

I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go 

Kill that noise, watch your back 

Nigga, get back, Bill, where you at? 

Over here kid, I spot him 

Come on, but I'm comin' your way, kid 

I got him, watch yourself, blowin' them herbs 

What now? Let them slugs calm your nerves 

Let's motivate, wait, Pacino still chasin' 

We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he lacin' 'em 

That's how it is when it's time to roll 

M.O.P. home never fold 

They try to set us up, dumpin' you a sin 

I'ma, chill, nigga, you know we gon' see them chumps again 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Lifestyles of a ghetto 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Five O, go, yo, stash the hammer 

Where your's? I just left my shit right there under the bammer 

Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for debatin' 

Why go straight when you know the man gon' be waitin'? 

Dip in the building, what if the door's locked? 

Damn, we can't stop, the cops's surrounding the block 

And them chumps are comin' fast 

Nigga, dig up in the building, hit the hazard and bear last 

Nigga, they right behind us, I ain't tryin' to get caught by the law 

Oh, shit, they comin' in the building, open up the door 

Hurry up, I ain't sittin' in no pen, nigga 

Five O comin' it's us, let us in, nigga 

Lock the door, cut them lights off, stash the crack 

Crack the safe and see where them chumps is at 

They all over the place and we facin' hard times at trial 

Lifestyles of a ghetto child 

Alright, now you two, come out with our hands up 

I give you ten seconds, come out with our hands up 

We got the place surrounded, don't run 

[Incomprehensible] team respond, I need some back up down here 

Send me some back up, I need some back up, damn it 

Fuck 'em, yeah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em