Intro

This is for the ghettos of America (streets is mines) all the hoods all the slums (streets in mines) all my peoples in the streets ride with me

VERSE 1

In the ghetto you see Bentley’s and Benzes

A lot of hoopties on 20” rimses

Fiend strung out from bleachers to benches

While their friends getting put in the trenches

Still it won’t stop you gotta slang rock

Hope you don’t get knocked on the block ducking the cops

Moms strung out ain’t got no pops

Only thirteen life’s hard as a rock

Praying to God please make it stop

Every now and then the block gets hot

Either from somebody snitching or stick ups getting shot

In the head pronounced dead on the spot

And that’s an everyday thing fiends need medication

You a true hustler it takes dedication

To be heavyweight like the wrestling federation

Then you’ll make bail before you hit the station

HOOK

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive

VERSE 2

What ya' hood like

What yo' streets like

What yo' ghetto like

Ain’t no better life

What ya' hood like

What yo' streets like

What yo' ghetto like

Ain’t no better life

In the streets we rock Nikese white tees

Blaze trees eat Italian ices

Rep the hood like movies by Spike Lee we get shifty

Low down gritty and grimey like Onyx

Speak Ebonics drink Hennessy til' we vomit

Catch us sober once in a blue like Halley’s comet some worship Christ some Allah and the prophet Muhammad

We got hustlers selling white tee shirts

Mixtape CD’s, DVD’s

They even got stuff for yo' baby momma

Like fake Gucci bags or Dolce and Gabbana

HOOK

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive

VERSE 3

In the hood we party all year round

Rock designer wear all year round

Throwbacks fitted’s all year round

Chicks in Manolo’s and Burberry all year round

We hit the club ball out til' we fall out

Rappers come through and buy the bar out

Some get fast cash others sweat for paper

While the haters just catch the vapors

Still to this day the rent and cable

Is the only freaking bills we pay

The women so materialistic some got jobs some on they ass collecting public assistance

There’s a lot of men that's getting cheese

And they ain’t taking care of their seeds

Cuz' their baby moms wanted to leave

Too abusive kept pulling out her weave

HOOK

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive

I’m from the ghetto

I am the streets

And in the hood’s

Where I reside dead or alive