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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I used to let my Close partner keep his chopper up in my school locker Young and naive when I wasn't actin' a fool I was Playin' with emotions or playin' ball Used to sell bud at the village Knew a lotta killers since they was small East 17th, Virginia St invented me Constructed the kid into a crook, look up my history I looked up to the niggas with Lexuses and Infinitis Corrupted in correctional facilities Cause me I'm from the The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto And to make it out where I'm from yes you gotta do something special Especially when we stressed in these economic conditions Traditionally causing us to cook a rock in the kitchen Get it flippin' Get it jukin' and jumpin' like Earl Manigault But you die today you put money before your family though I'm east side GI, like Charlie Caddystone Embassy Liquors pay attention, they out to getcha in the [Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs] Ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto I'm from the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto ghetto Where the laws that caught niggas our own default with us SongtexteEveryday we gotta pray to the lord to walk with us In the ghetto [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Cans of spam, hand to hand No deals made, dolla for dolla, gram for gram Follow me and see just how much a man can stand Before we go off the deep end Come in your crib and creep in Help us get home invaded The hustlas they gon' get raided Eventually, but for now they stay thuggin' and motivated Misguided miseducated We barely be graduated And our lack of skills lead to some daily infatuations In the ghetto, the barrio, the hood, the slums Government funds fill my city up with drugs and guns And I can't go for being broke so I'm a go on the run Momma can't stand the way I live but can't give up on her son Even though I know she hear about my habits through the grape vine Stealin' the car on Sunday, to hit the state line Gettin' drunk and twisted off liquor all through the daytime Handshakes and gang signs, don't play with mine [Hook] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Granny I really miss you while I'm on the road Them Sunday dinners was more than just food for the soul Don't be no fool, cause there's plenty fools walking the globe Convicted felons equippin' tools, all in my shows Chose another road they wanna die in these streets They look at me in disbelief when I rhyme about peace I had people shot at to see me just to see me deceased My policy is fuck police till all my niggas released Speak! The way I'm feelin' my anthem for ghetto children Fill my daily appetite for destruction I want rebuildin' Rest in peace to Lil' Ebony, Richardson lord we livin' crazy It's hard to cope when these cowards is killin' babies The ghetto ain't just a place it's a mentality Most of us carry with us constantly causing casualties Stealin' and dealin' is how I deal with my reality Sirens and gunfirin' never rattled me I gotta be from [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania