Streets of the Ghetto Lyrics
| Song | Streets of the Ghetto |
| Artist | Ed O.G & da Bulldogs |
| Album | Roxbury 02119 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anderson, Kirkland, McCann | |
| I pumped bomb on the calm, with no alarm | |
| And never thought that it would get to my moms | |
| But when she found out, she made me take the pound out | |
| And get out with it, man I could forget it | |
| Now I'm stayin with this girl who got a kid | |
| By another nigga, whose crew is much bigger | |
| But he don't dig it cause his jim hat broke | |
| But she kept the baby, cause he pumps coke | |
| Now her crib is the new weed spot | |
| To get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot | |
| The next morning, while she was still sleeping | |
| I was creeping to Jenny, here's a note, don't sweat it | |
| Forget it, cause it ain't worth it | |
| I need to be alone when I'm goin under the surface | |
| Now I'm out to hit my workers | |
| Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy | |
| Who got Southeast sewn up | |
| Business blowin up, and I'm still growin up | |
| Only 17 and got my own crib | |
| And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto [x3] | |
| Now I got friends cause the G's is comin in | |
| Skeezers comin in, and I'm still runnin in and out | |
| Taking care of biz on the block | |
| I brought my crew, ten new Glocks.. | |
| .. just in case trouble knocks | |
| Cause nowadays, we don't box | |
| I'm eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends | |
| Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans | |
| Is what the businessman wears in the ghetto | |
| That makes the whitey petrol | |
| But I still can't let go, even though I'm makin | |
| Crooked dough, the system is easy to beat | |
| And my shit's still not complete | |
| Because I'm on my way to my first key | |
| That was the biggest shit I ever bought G | |
| I ain't gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up | |
| Got my first key, now it's time to rock it up | |
| Don't you know where it's gonna go? | |
| Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto [x3] | |
| Now I'm up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles | |
| Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes | |
| The word around town is I'm the new Nino Brown | |
| Twenty years old, I like the way it's goin down | |
| I got money to burn -- dropped out of school | |
| Cause they couldn't teach me what I needed to learn | |
| On how to earn big money, big money | |
| I got the fortune, and a crib where it's sunny | |
| But like a dummy, I started gettin careless | |
| Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this | |
| Date transaction the time and the spot | |
| My world crashed on me, when I got caught | |
| Now I'm locked, with the niggaz that are trife | |
| No more money no more women for the rest of my life | |
| Be in a cell, goin through hell | |
| Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well | |
| Now I'm fitting, with fifty to go | |
| And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo' |
| zuo qu : Anderson, Kirkland, McCann | |
| I pumped bomb on the calm, with no alarm | |
| And never thought that it would get to my moms | |
| But when she found out, she made me take the pound out | |
| And get out with it, man I could forget it | |
| Now I' m stayin with this girl who got a kid | |
| By another nigga, whose crew is much bigger | |
| But he don' t dig it cause his jim hat broke | |
| But she kept the baby, cause he pumps coke | |
| Now her crib is the new weed spot | |
| To get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot | |
| The next morning, while she was still sleeping | |
| I was creeping to Jenny, here' s a note, don' t sweat it | |
| Forget it, cause it ain' t worth it | |
| I need to be alone when I' m goin under the surface | |
| Now I' m out to hit my workers | |
| Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy | |
| Who got Southeast sewn up | |
| Business blowin up, and I' m still growin up | |
| Only 17 and got my own crib | |
| And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto x3 | |
| Now I got friends cause the G' s is comin in | |
| Skeezers comin in, and I' m still runnin in and out | |
| Taking care of biz on the block | |
| I brought my crew, ten new Glocks.. | |
| .. just in case trouble knocks | |
| Cause nowadays, we don' t box | |
| I' m eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends | |
| Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans | |
| Is what the businessman wears in the ghetto | |
| That makes the whitey petrol | |
| But I still can' t let go, even though I' m makin | |
| Crooked dough, the system is easy to beat | |
| And my shit' s still not complete | |
| Because I' m on my way to my first key | |
| That was the biggest shit I ever bought G | |
| I ain' t gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up | |
| Got my first key, now it' s time to rock it up | |
| Don' t you know where it' s gonna go? | |
| Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto x3 | |
| Now I' m up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles | |
| Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes | |
| The word around town is I' m the new Nino Brown | |
| Twenty years old, I like the way it' s goin down | |
| I got money to burn dropped out of school | |
| Cause they couldn' t teach me what I needed to learn | |
| On how to earn big money, big money | |
| I got the fortune, and a crib where it' s sunny | |
| But like a dummy, I started gettin careless | |
| Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this | |
| Date transaction the time and the spot | |
| My world crashed on me, when I got caught | |
| Now I' m locked, with the niggaz that are trife | |
| No more money no more women for the rest of my life | |
| Be in a cell, goin through hell | |
| Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well | |
| Now I' m fitting, with fifty to go | |
| And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo' |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Kirkland, McCann | |
| I pumped bomb on the calm, with no alarm | |
| And never thought that it would get to my moms | |
| But when she found out, she made me take the pound out | |
| And get out with it, man I could forget it | |
| Now I' m stayin with this girl who got a kid | |
| By another nigga, whose crew is much bigger | |
| But he don' t dig it cause his jim hat broke | |
| But she kept the baby, cause he pumps coke | |
| Now her crib is the new weed spot | |
| To get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot | |
| The next morning, while she was still sleeping | |
| I was creeping to Jenny, here' s a note, don' t sweat it | |
| Forget it, cause it ain' t worth it | |
| I need to be alone when I' m goin under the surface | |
| Now I' m out to hit my workers | |
| Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy | |
| Who got Southeast sewn up | |
| Business blowin up, and I' m still growin up | |
| Only 17 and got my own crib | |
| And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto x3 | |
| Now I got friends cause the G' s is comin in | |
| Skeezers comin in, and I' m still runnin in and out | |
| Taking care of biz on the block | |
| I brought my crew, ten new Glocks.. | |
| .. just in case trouble knocks | |
| Cause nowadays, we don' t box | |
| I' m eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends | |
| Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans | |
| Is what the businessman wears in the ghetto | |
| That makes the whitey petrol | |
| But I still can' t let go, even though I' m makin | |
| Crooked dough, the system is easy to beat | |
| And my shit' s still not complete | |
| Because I' m on my way to my first key | |
| That was the biggest shit I ever bought G | |
| I ain' t gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up | |
| Got my first key, now it' s time to rock it up | |
| Don' t you know where it' s gonna go? | |
| Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto | |
| The streets of the ghetto x3 | |
| Now I' m up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles | |
| Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes | |
| The word around town is I' m the new Nino Brown | |
| Twenty years old, I like the way it' s goin down | |
| I got money to burn dropped out of school | |
| Cause they couldn' t teach me what I needed to learn | |
| On how to earn big money, big money | |
| I got the fortune, and a crib where it' s sunny | |
| But like a dummy, I started gettin careless | |
| Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this | |
| Date transaction the time and the spot | |
| My world crashed on me, when I got caught | |
| Now I' m locked, with the niggaz that are trife | |
| No more money no more women for the rest of my life | |
| Be in a cell, goin through hell | |
| Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well | |
| Now I' m fitting, with fifty to go | |
| And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo' |
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