Intro - RL]
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Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
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North side, yeah, ghetto
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Minneapolis, ghetto
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I'm from the, ghetto
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You know how we do, yeah
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[Chorus]
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For my people down South with gold in their mouth
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For my people out East with a key in the couch
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For my people out West that be bangin' it out
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (We)
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For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Ooh)
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A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
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Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto
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[Verse 1 - Posta Boy]
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You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
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And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
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Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
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My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub
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On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
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But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
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Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
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Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke
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You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
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Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
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Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
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Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next
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Black and white, America is like a raccoon
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In my building the elevator is the bathroom
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Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
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Real, recognize rizzeal
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[Verse 2 - RL]
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I didn't always have the six
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I didn't always have the crib
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So I gotta rep where I'm from
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Even tho I live where I live
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Back when I was a kid
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How the city used to give
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My momma money for groceries,
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Brown cartons of cheese
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And vouchers for everything
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Yeah
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No matter how far I've come
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I'll still represent where I'm from
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I'm ghetto
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[Chorus]
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For my people down South with gold in their mouth
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For my people out East with a key in the couch (Yea, yea, yea)
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For my people out West that be bangin' it out
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto
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For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
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A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)
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Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto
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[Verse 3 - RL]
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We run around with vice, Lords and G's
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Russel Avenue a block after Queens
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Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
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Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's
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It was me and J-Z
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We in the park talkin' crazy
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Now it's all good baby
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Even after I got hooked up with KayGee
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Yeah
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No matter how far I've come (No matter)
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I still represent where I'm from (Cuz I'm)
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I'm ghetto (Ghetto yeah)
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[Chorus]
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For my people down South with gold in their mouth
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For my people out East with a key in the couch
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For my people out West that be bangin' it out (I represent)
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (The ghetto)
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For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Uh-huh)
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A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)
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Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health (Yeah yeah)
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We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (R-Hockey Stick yo)
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[Verse 4 RL Rap]
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From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
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Don't sleep cuz I'm R&B
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What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
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New kicks on the 1st and 15th
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1328 RussellAve where
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Cats used to hustle bad
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With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
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Ha you don't understand me man
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What you know about bein' frozen
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With the furnace broken
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So you sleepin' with the oven open
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I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
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Nigga hungry even after the deal
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I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
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From the corner store, to the record store
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My (Ghetto) and Postaboy
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We ghetto
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[Chorus]
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For my people down South with gold in they mouth
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For my people out East with a key in the couch
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(Oh talkin' bout the ghetto)
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For my people out West that be bangin' it out
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We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
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For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
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A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
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Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
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We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
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[Bridge RL]
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If you've ever had vouchers before
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Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
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Ran outta gas on the side of the road
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Then you ghetto
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Land Lord had to change the |