My man peels weight, so we can fill plates
My hood is the ghetto
My hood is the ghetto
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
Precious metals round our necks and arms
Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushin' children
No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
That make us want to martyr ourselves
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
Next best thing I do a record with common sense
I've been down before, up is just a reach
A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
My hood is the ghetto
I travel from city to city, state to state
If lyrics sold then truth be told
Take off your shoes when you walk in the house
Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
For me personally I feel like, you know I see
Kicks is a hundred or more
Through and chain plates, we communicate
I tell them why the weed seeds poppin', in the game you need options
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
Heavy rock gold and check out, the hood
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
Hip hop is really the art, we have to express the part of ourselves
We shorties in the court, need Cochran, yea
Times and lessons get hard, either get by or get God
But you try to get by, it's like the block keep blockin'
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
My hood is the ghetto
Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
My hood is the ghetto
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Nowadays they'll shoot you where they used to shoot the fair
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Black magic in the hood, it's tragic but understood
You try to make moves, it's like the car just keep stoppin'
My hood is the ghetto
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
And put the hammer to you
I've been down before, up is just a reach
Yo, I grew up where they're playin' skele in the parkin' lot
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Fiends lips peelin', shit seems real and
And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Precious metals round our necks and arms
Even when you look, it's never what you see
You might get love but you still feel hate
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see them bars a lot
I've been down before, up is just a reach
It's the, it's like the world is ghettos, ghettos 'round the world
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods
Catch a second wind, then begin again
Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate
I've been down before, up is just a reach
I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
Be rockin' for the universe and the world, yea
My hood is the ghetto
Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show
Even when you look, it's never what you see
'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Up early, servin' from their grandmother's house
Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even what's bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea
Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods
It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
The situation feels great
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the deficit
I know you know what I'm talkin' about, from New York to the South
Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
