Straight From Da Ghetto

The rap skills they flow just like water from a faucet

I bet half of Queens thought I lost it

Well I've been waiting, hibernating

It's mad peoples eyeing on the streets, so with the streets I'm debating, see

The government is on some ill skit

That's why my peoples sling rocks, they bust shots, either kill kid

So yo, we need to face the fact, black

Once a fellow blows from the ghetto, see there's no turning back

My mom dukes she need some loot, I can't seed it

That's why I do my thing here, so I can be there

And all this slang that I talk is from the slum

Cuz the Cheeks is from the slum and from the slum is here I come

Aiyo, I thought I'd give it to ya

Peoples try to hold the fam back because they felt we couldn't do it

Aiyo, I live out in the gutter

Now you see how long it takes for Cheeks to make butter

Coming straight from the ghetto

Aiyo, I come from the ghetto, I live for the ghetto

I even cry for the ghetto

Aiyo, I might have a verse for the ghetto

That means I might have to die for the ghetto

The rough times will remain in my brain

I make it hard to maintain, tearing clowns out the frame

I been away so mad peoples thought I fell

But I just came back from my visit in hell

I seen the demon and we chatted, about this and that

And other foul things that never mattered

He said it's time to get ya props

But still watch ya back from jealous fellas and them crooked type cops

So yo I did what he ordered, police never reported

The day they found my little man Shawn snorted

Some kids slit his throat for a leather coat

But we caught the suspect, 911 is a joke

But listen that's how it goes on the street

Man you can't be beat, us real fellas gotta eat

With selling drugs, busting shots, how local thugs

Money we divided, now they works under works from the ghetto

Aiyo, I come from the ghetto, I live for the ghetto

I even cry for the ghetto

Aiyo, I might have a verse for the ghetto

That means I might have to die for the ghetto

I represent for the borough of Queens

Getting out of state money, hang on Uptown scenes

I hit the Bronx just to boogie with my aunts

Then I burst out to Brooklyn, haven't been there in months

I see the crews, smoking blunts, drinking brew

Get a beep from my cousin Lou, I'm out about two

Right now I push a napsack, with some Timbs

But I'm soon to push a black Ac' with deep dish rims

Yo, Big Dex hits me off with the fat beats

Rest in Peace to Tyrone from the back streets

Our God, won't press in fiend time

My **** named Chris and big Craig why they die?

Aiyo, I can't forget the shorty, her name was Ebony

She got smoked in 40, natures mad naughty

But listen that's how it goes

When **** fight to make room

For elbows, when running in the ghetto