*featuring G. Dep
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Yo, yeah, yo
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Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
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Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
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Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
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[G. Dep]
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
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Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
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Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
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I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
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Shak, shak, right in his back
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I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
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From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
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I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
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I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
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It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
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Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
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Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
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Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
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Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
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Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
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Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
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Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
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Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
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Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
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But hey..
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[Chorus]
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
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Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
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Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
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A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
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Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
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Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
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Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
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[G. Dep]
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I take you back to the scene of the stunt
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Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
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And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
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Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
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Get us some gear to get us in here
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Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
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Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
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Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
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Take you back to the 80's around
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Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
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Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
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Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
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You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
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You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
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Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
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When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga
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[Chorus]
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[G. Dep]
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Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
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Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
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Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
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Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
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Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
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Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
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Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
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Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
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Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate
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Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
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Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
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Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo
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[Chorus - 2X to fade]
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Child Of The Ghetto
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| P. Diddy |
