Child of the Ghetto lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Child of the Ghetto
 


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*}