Listen to Child of the Ghetto by G. Dep

Child of the Ghetto

G. Dep

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G. Dep
G. Dep
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Trotman
Derek Trotman
Songwriter
Eric "Coptic" Matlock
Eric "Coptic" Matlock
Songwriter
Trevell Coleman
Trevell Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Trotman
D. Trotman
Producer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Vocal Producer
Coptic
Coptic
Producer
Rob Paustain
Rob Paustain
Recording Engineer
Roger Che
Roger Che
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me Yo, yeah, uhh, yeah I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like Seagal with the steel but harder to kill It's real, big beans up for lettin' me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't, they lettin' me go Since pay's wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo, swing, yeah, back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams, dark shams niggaz breakin' it down Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if, and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air, yeah Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem, citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo grounds, uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin' the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth from the block You dig me, movin' in tops and movin' these rocks You get it, we movin' them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin', I guess the niggaz told me right and exactly When they said stop fightin' and stack it, get the money nigga A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy Eighty-one I had fun, eighty-two I was new Eighty-three I did me, eighty-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eighty-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Ninety-three was the key, ninety-four was sure Ninety-five took a dive, ninety-six I was poor Ninety-seven did eleven, now I'm made out the gate Ninety-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin' the cake and lounge in estates but yo A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy
Writer(s): Derrick Trotman, Eric Matlock, Trevell Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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