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The Madd Rapper

Ghetto

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ghetto was released on January 1, 1991 by Crazy Cat as a part of the album Tell 'Em Why U Madd

Song Details

AlbumTell 'Em Why U Madd

Release DateJanuary 1, 1991

LabelCrazy Cat

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Madd Rapper

The Madd Rapper

Performer

Raekwon

Performer

Carl Thomas

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Raekwon

Composer

Carl Thomas

Composer

Deric Angelettie

Deric Angelettie

Composer

Kanye West

Composer

Moore

Composer

Griffin

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Deric Angelettie

Deric Angelettie

Producer

Kanye West

Producer

Garrett "Blake" Smith for Crazy Cat Catalogue, Inc./Die-Nasty Entertainment

Garrett "Blake" Smith for Crazy Cat Catalogue, Inc./Die-Nasty Entertainment

Producer

Kamel Abdo

Assistant Engineer

Eric "Ibo" Butler

Eric "Ibo" Butler

Recording Engineer

Dominick Mancuso

Dominick Mancuso

Mixing Engineer

Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton

Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Word up

[Verse 2]

You know you like a Donald Goines ****, that's off top

[Verse 3]

I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto

[Verse 4]

That's right, that's what I'm talking''bout

Tell 'em, tell the young boys out there, man

[Verse 5]

(Spend a dollar on some wine) Takin' it back on some soulful type shit

Hip-hop, in its rare form

[Verse 6]

Now, ya'll **** want to wear Polo and Hilfiger

[Verse 7]

See me cruising down the lane (Dreamin' all these riches)

(Dreamin' all these bitches) Two miles an hour, baby, ghetto

[Verse 8]

You can go places like Beverly Hills and see Benzes

In, like, every three seconds

[Verse 9]

(And I'm not ashamed of my fam) Just wanna, you know

We just wanna speak to y'all

Tell y'all a little something, you know? (I'm ghetto)

I tell the story for the young black youths out there

[Verse 10]

Yo, it started out in east New York

Where I grew up, knew how to walk

Favorite carry weapon was a fork

Older folks smoked out, stragglers

Almost had to bust a Marvin Hagler

Starvin' for mine, bust three at ya

Dad fucked up consecutively

Him and some relatives is

Gangsters, sellin' pussy

[Verse 11]

Moms dropped him on the spot

Smacked me in the knot

Only thing he gave you was your name and these blocks

Yup, that's ya Pops

[Verse 12]

Still, that's me still

Keep it real

If it wasn't for him and his steel, probably wouldn't be a meal

We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out

Three days away from home, he stoned out

[Verse 13]

Coke on the table, pressin' redial

Son I'm sendin' you home, **** you foul

Yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big

Half the **** I run wit' gettin' jig

The other fifty cent balancin' a bid

Oh shit, got this bitch seeded

Cop pleaded

What should I do? Knock your self off, God succeeded

And the most scariest part, better have heart

'Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart

[Verse 14]

Make a brick or get barred

Shoot joints, get involved

Put tints on your windows, whip cars

Yeah, all the giants revolve

Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard

[Verse 15]

Alcoholic vultures with toasters

Sheep skins on

Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on

We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit

Smoke a bag of wet and set it

The block we deaded

Society's grown, we too black and too strong to prolong

Got my woman with a gun in her thong

[Verse 16]

It's kinda wild how we livin'

The Devil's fall has arisen

We travel from here to prison

A presidency shelter for my elders

That's real, 'cause we need them

And they need us, that's love for ya

Leavin' on this moment

Meditatin', four in the mornin'

****, you screamin'

[Verse 17]

I got hustlin' on my mind

Otherwise, I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto

I like black tint on my car

At the park, a superstar, I'm ghetto, yeah

See me cruisin' down the lane

Two miles an hour, baby, ghetto

I'm not ashamed of my fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto

[Verse 18]

Born in the gutter

A Black pops and a Puerto Rican mother

I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter

Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter

My leathers was pleathers while y'alls was butter

Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit

Thirteen years old, three months in Spofford

Crime, I couldn't stop it

[Verse 19]

Didn't pass the tenth grade

School was cool but we couldn't keep our rent paid

So every Wednesday me and my dogs

Hop the train for a key in the Bronx

Knowin' all along the shit was wrong

Ain't the first and damn sure ain't the last

It keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on

[Verse 20]

Same old story, my Pops left

Waves and Pony's and mock necks

Tre's and Forty's and hot sex

With around the way bitches

From around the way riches, yo, my block reps

[Verse 21]

I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network

Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts

So pardon my appearance, everythings all good

****, I'm just like you except I'm from the hood, it's real

[Verse 22]

I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto

This goes out to all my peoples in hoods

In ghettos all around the nation

All the around the world, you know what I'm sayin'?

Spend a dollar on some wine (One love)

And my clothes out on the line, ghetto

[Verse 23]

We all the same, baby

From the ghettos

See me cruising down the lane

Two miles an hour, baby, ghetto

Just drivin' in your cars, doin' your thing

You know what I'm sayin', stay hood-y, baby, stay ghetto

[Verse 24]

I'm not ashamed of my fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto

[Verse 25]

Don't judge me by my cover, baby

Look inside, word

Does anyone mind the truth y'all?

From Brooklyn to Atlanta

(Does anyone mind the truth y'all?) To St. Louis, to Compton

To Houston, to Boston

(Does anyone mind the truth y'all?) To Philly, to D.C.

To Queens, to Harlem, to Shaolin Island

To New Orleans, to the Bronx, you know what I'm sayin'?

To hoods in Seattle, Washington, all around the world

[Verse 26]

Let's get this money, yo

Hood rats, ghetto brothers

One love

The Madd Rapper, Raekwon

Ghetto

Written by: Carl Thomas, Deric Angelettie, Griffin, Kanye West, Moore, Raekwon

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