Intro - Ghetto

I’m live in the booth

No lies, just truth

2000 &Life, it’s proof

And yeah, I did time as a yout

But now my focus like snipers on a roof

On a roof like a sniper writing on the roof

Lighting up a zoot

I was caged but now I’m a tiger on the loose

Mind of a troop, knife in my boots

Try me, I’m loose;

likely I’ll shoot

Let the slugs fly then fry in your kuff

And, by the way, 2000 &Life

Was worth every pound you could find

Are you ready?

I’m ready

I said are you ready?

I was fucking born ready

See, you with me, nigga?

Cock that!

Right now, this one’s a Player G production, yeah?

Get in tune to 2000 &Life,

know what’s popping off.

Hold tight my nigga Kano.

Hold tight my nigga Demon.

Hold tight Lightnin.

Niggas better know what’s going on, ya know.

Hold tight Avalanche, yeah?

It’s a fucking wrap out here, yeah?

Fucking wrap, yeah?

I’ve heard your bullshit mixtapes.

Listen

They don’t know about Ghetto, I’m

Hearing talk about Ghetto, but they don’t know my background

I’ll never back down, smoke brown or back clowns

I guess I’m just too damn proud

I stack pounds, clap rounds, and act foul (like)

Hands that’ll in a man’s house (like)

Mad frown, cap down in the back town

Slap down that clown, I’ve got that clout (like, like)

Yeah, that’s foul

Two-four and it’s all careless now

Run up on your parents' house

Take more than a fair share, then bounce

Break laws, I don’t fear Blair, swear down

Break jaws and I scare brehs with accounts

Face war with the rer-ter that I found

Break whores with their ears pierced, then I’m out

Then I’m out, then I’m out, and I roll with a mouthful of gold

Out in the cold, yeah, I’m out for the dough

Out and about, never out without dro

Now I’m out of the pen, I be out for the hoes

I’m about with niggas that are down in my zone

Robbing and shotting it, then we’re counting the pro'

Everybody’s like 'what were they listening to?

What were they listening to?

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes

I’m G-H-E-double-T-O

Behave or say the peace through your keyhole

Three days, you’ll be in need of a chiro

He’s late?

You’ll be the first in a deep hole

These days, I be with your niece getting deep throat

She states: «please me, I wanna be choked»

Weekdays, we rave, brandy and sweet Coke

I’m so ghetto, they banned me from Heathrow

Everyday, I’m angry, I need notes

Starving, leave home without barfing

Same clothes from last week, I’m not charming

Dark skin with a dark grin and a dark grim

Yeah, keep thinking I can’t swing

Nope, I’m the king of the ras' ring

Lose inna nuttin' but I think of the past, king

I’m moving quick, cutting and blasting

And I’ve got niggas running and asking

How come I leave home with a gun and a sharp thing?

I’m from a mean zone, ducking and chancing

With niggas that deal coke for money and fast things

From Plaistow to the slums of Barking

Guns are barking, I’m done with talking

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes

Ghetto ain’t just my name, it’s my frame of mind

I’ve been ghetto since eight or nine

Running away from po', running

Fifteen, I was like «Mummy, I’m making dough»

But that’s in

And for more than a couple of days, I hoped

That I’d be back in the gutter and taking phones

Back with the nutters, I’m breaking bones

Recognised I’m naughty by nature

Ghettofied, who you calling a faker?

Selling white to be balling, it ain’t fun

Getting high in the morning, I blaze punk

Telling guys that are talking of

Pedal bikes that will walk and the heat buss

Or fights in the morning, hear the 8 bus

Every time I come around, I create fuss

I used to stay up to make bucks

But now I make dubs that make bucks

And niggas are cross

Like my Huaraches are laced up, so

You was in the army for eight months?

That don’t make you a soldier

In your headback, I’ll put two and it’s over

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes

G-H-E-double-T and O

My heart ain’t nuttin' but freezing cold

I always walk with the heat on road

And all I really want is Ps and hoes