• Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ Raekwon, Cappadonna & U God
• Song Title: Ghetto
• Album: Apollo Kids

I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Listen to me legislator

[Raekwon]
Park Hill projects one eight pound
Holding it down that's the motto
'Lo boots and Lottos
Blunts on the regular OG style
I'm in an old V swinging a cab slinging the O Z's
All I know is running a fiends lab
Hitting the green bags visualizing chef in a green Jag
Wait til i get on the haters gonna hate it
In this corner a rich young Don with a crisp mag

Brother listen to me
Brother listen to me
Listen to me legislator
How do you make your bread in the ghetto
How do you make your bread in the ghetto

[Cappadonna]
We make bread in the ghetto by selling that crack
N****s'll make bread by busting the gat
Might stick a nigger up stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty bread game but we give them stacks
Bread game rather have bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed it ain’t no joke
Might sell anything as long as we not ????
If you get in that bread we'll be coming for your throat
It's crazy what a brother might do for the bread
Might violate parole til your families dead
Get bread in the ghetto while we’re ducking the feds
I heard bread in the ghetto gotta loaf on his head

Brother listen to me
Brother listen to me
Listen to me legislator
How do we get rid rats in the ghetto

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo we ???? them duff em stuff em in black bags
Torture em toss em out the window with ripped rags
Cause we don't take kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stayed s*** or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like pork chops
For snitchin get your a** hung like a wall clock
It's Tone Starks Billy The Kid when the gun barks
A wires sticking out his shirt he's talking to Narcs

How do you raise your kids in the ghetto
How do you raise your kids in the ghetto
Feed one child and starve another
Tell me tell me legislator

[U God]
We like brothers we came from the same mothers
In the projects under the same covers
Wore the same draws f***ed the same whores
Rolled dice kicked rhymes did crimes in the same halls
Sprayed our names on the same walls
Yo your kids do my kids your ???? do my ????
Now you caught up in music and show biz
If thats what it then thats what it is
Run up in your crib with 12 black brothers
That'll die just to live die just to live
Some called us martyrs some called us fathers
Run up in the club like we're suicide bombers
We be the brothers ???? clash lovers
Never want to see us blowing out others
Somewhere in the competition friends got lost
The money got flipped the table got tossed
Now you're all caught up in that label talk
Brain dead in a grave of thoughts
With a name in the game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork pops had the same thoughts