Ghetto Life (feat. Lil Wayne & Cam'ron)

Okay, we got the Birdman in the building

We got Killa in the building

We got Young Weezy in the building

****, it's B M J R Weezy, baby

Trying to see him, naw

He need a even eighty

And I ain't speaking G's, I'm talking M

And I'm walking like a pimp in them all street Tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems

Green Austin on toasted rims

Wayne appear, **** put a boss in ya ear

Let ya know a fucking boss up in here

How much it cost for this here?

How much it cost for this year?

'Cause me and Stunna 'bout to buy it

Put yo' spoons down

Cash Money, off the diet

I pass in a ride on try it, that's trays

For those who was in the daze when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in a Cajun cage

With a but of amazing grace

And prone to move coke at a amazing pace

Man, my daddy super Dave

Let's race it

Real not have me

Be I'ma win it, I'm a champion

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Living in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

Somebody tell me, what is crack good for?

In my ghetto life, any second, dog, I could blow up

For ghetto me and you best to be watchin me

Holla at me, T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman

Ghetto, ghetto

See I ride on them shake

Ghetto life

When I'm pimping them hoes

It's just that sunshine city

When I'm smoking that dro

When it come to this ice

Real living this life

Get money pimping hoes

With these ghetto types

****, check the background

I got O.G. stripes

Just a hood rich ****, flipping birds on a bike

And I survived in this world with guns, pots, and knifes

Pour out a lil liquor

Mommy lost her life

All my **** in a penitentiary, holding that life

See I'm stunning for my **** with these chromed out pipes

This swish interior foreign, German life's

And I keep this big toolie, just protect my ice

I act a damn fool when I'm full of that white

But it the Birdman, daddy, with these ghetto stripes

Ghetto hood

Ghetto pipe

Ghetto walk

With my ghetto life

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Living in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

We in the building, baby

In my ghetto life, any second, dog, I could blow up

50 Cent here, it's nothing

For ghetto me and you best to be watchin me

Diplomats, listen

Ghetto, ghetto

Ghetto life

The duck juice was goin', I need seven more leaders

See-fi-fo-fum and a seven-foe fever

Act up though, I let the foe fever leave ya

Dice game, head cracked, six foe fever

When I'm in L.A., I got six foe fever

Fever for the flavor of a six-foot diva

I turned the po to a fever, I'm about crook

Out to just, not the chef, but I know how to cook

What the crew stocks, cook up the rocks

Seventh and Lennox is hot

I done cooked up the block

Send glocks to ya block

I done cooked up your spots

I top coke or I cook up his watch

I'm one of those that would look up to Pac

'Cause when I get pulled over

Cook up the cops

All they say is, look at his drop

Hand 'em my license

Look at his watch

But thug shit, dog, we down with Baby

We come through clowning, Baby

Any beef be surrounding babies

Duct tape the kids to the wall

Then shoot circles all around the baby killer

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy

Living in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets

What is crack good for?

In my ghetto life, any second, dog, I could blow up

For ghetto me and you best to be watchin me

Ghetto, ghetto

In the ghetto life

It's nothing man

Killa

Diplomats

Cash Money

Baby, holla

Jim Jones

Santana

What's good?

Roc-A-Fella

Birdman

Fly to a hood near you

Then they got 'em cheap

Yeah

Ya know, ya know

Get that call out one more time