Child Of The Ghetto Lyrics - The Saga Continues - P. Diddy

Yo, yeah, yo 

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo 

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo 

Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! 

[G. Dep] 

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me 

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me 

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me 

Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) 

I guess you niggaz told me right and exact 

Shak, shak, right in his back 

I might just crack while I'm writin this rap 

From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack 

I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal 

I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" 

It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know 

Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough 

Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go 

Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow 

Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene 

Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between 

Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town 

Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down 

Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas 

Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us 

But hey.. 

[Chorus] 

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me 

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me 

Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed 

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me 

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me 

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me 

Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be 

Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY 

[G. Dep] 

I take you back to the scene of the stunt 

Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want 

And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here 

Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) 

Get us some gear to get us in here 

Waited years to get a premier and did it from here 

Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him 

Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them 

Take you back to the 80's around 

Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound 

Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks 

Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block 

You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks 

You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops 

Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact 

When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga 

[Chorus] 

[G. Dep] 

Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new 

Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew 

Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix 

Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips 

Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow 

Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough 

Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure 

Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor 

Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate 

Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. 

Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break 

Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo 

[Chorus] - 2X {*to fade*}