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Ghetto
48
Hip-Hop
Ghetto was released on January 1, 2011 by Thump Records as a part of the album Bizzy Bone Presents The Bone Collector, Vol. 2
album cover
Release DateJanuary 1, 2011
LabelThump Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Loco
Q Loco
Performer
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Q Loco
Q Loco
Songwriter, Composer
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Songwriter, Composer

Lyrics

As we open up this Hennessy
And we sing for Jesus
Bizzy Bone in the house, full effect
Sev' and Sign baby, forever Allah
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
But the struggles I faced every day
Made me the man that I am today
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
I didn't wanna get caught up in the same old game
I had to find a better way
As the light switches from darkness and angels surround the heavens
Family members of Sev' circumference a period reverend
We sing to the Almighty with mighty voices of silence
The violence of the past plays quickly like the Mayans
Sacrifices of me that I listen to the word of God
The alliance of the same man harmony bound in arms
Of Jesus, the only begotten see perfection's our goal
To be presented to omnipotent stainless like the days of old
Held us and still holding us, giving the best that we had
Mathematics and Matrix and Metatron had the path
Hand in hand and I'm standing for grandfather and dreams
Of the palm of his hand my heart, my metal, my only genes
And Jesus, my only road with twelve or twenty-four
Or more, only the Lord knows for sure, for sure
Continue marching on the path, riding for the camp
I'm on a mission, past two shelters
And a park bench, where the sand is
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
But the struggles I faced every day
Made me the man that I am today
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
I didn't wanna get caught up in the same old game
I had to find a better way
I grew up in the ghetto where I was sick a crazy child
But I kept the G-code, my ****, like Juvenile
Guns go pow-wow, run from the mad beast
**** getting shot and killed by the police
They do they thing, swing and let they bullets ring
And still beat **** like they be the Rodney King
Cha-ching, cha-ching, I got the dope spot jumping brother
I'm still ducking DEA's and them undercovers
Mothers cry out tears in the city streets
Bodies froze decomposed on the concrete
We pack beats and we ducking the county jail
Murder rap got twenty-five with a L
That's life, dwell in hell, mind blown
Soul gone, the king died on the throne
Leave me alone, paranoid with my metal
Still cake boys and I live in the fucking ghetto
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
But the struggles I faced every day
Made me the man that I am today
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
I didn't wanna get caught up in the same old game
I had to find a better way
Will somebody light a candle for the lost?
Somebody please spark up a dutchie for the cause?
And when we pass, praise God
The brethrens will be breathless
Without them we would all be helpless
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
But the struggles I faced every day
Made me the man that I am today
I grew up in the ghetto
Where times were real low
I didn't wanna get caught up in the same old game
I had to find a better way
Written by: Bizzy Bone, Q Loco
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