*featuring Thara
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[Intro - Fabolous]
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From hood to hood they see what's hood
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And know who I be! uh!
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[Verse - Fabolous]
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I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
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And the G4 is just getting over the clouds
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You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now
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I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
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There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
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Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
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I'm stuck in my city ways
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Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze
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You rats can keep running through your city's maze
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Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
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I know you in that hole, you best to hide
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Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
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Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
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And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
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I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs
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Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill
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[Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)]
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From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be
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From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be
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From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be
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From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto!
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(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!
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(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto!
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[Verse - Fabolous]
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I get it jumping like a lo lo '64
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And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
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I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though
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That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo
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You know it's him and the gang
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Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue
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But remember the thangs, ain't too far
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And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang
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Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely
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I know the snakes gon' slither soon
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The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon
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The back feels like sitting in the living room
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I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman
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It's that man that back to back plat' scan
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I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living
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You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse - Fabolous]
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They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky
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But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
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I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
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On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi
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Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed
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And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
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Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince
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And throw rose petals when I walk
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They love how I came back hard like good blow
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And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho
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That's what hood though, yes I would know
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That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers
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Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
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I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others
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The man no other, cause I been in it
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My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
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I'm gone! catch up!
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[Chorus]
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[Scott Storch instrumental outro]
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Ghetto
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Fabolous |