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Swizz Beatz - Ghetto Stories lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Ruff Ryders 1, 2, 1, 2 Full Surface yeah yeah Listen what the fuck I gotta say I'm not a rapper, dog I'm from the hood I love the hood I rep the hood I lived in the hood Started on the grind started with a nine Motherfucker, I had to earn mine A lot of niggas hatin' A lot of niggas watching A lot of niggas plotting A lot of hearts stopping I'm banging with the beats I'm banging in the streets I'm banging with the heat S to the double I to the double Z Niggas look at me Want no trouble B I'm just minding my business Making money, stacking chips just minding my business You can catch me in a 360L or Padina (?) Going down to Pasadena The rubber will peel Your head will peel Your bitches will squeal That's when these hoes dying Cause if I'm in court, (listen) guaranteed I'm lying Fuckers, I had to get my business right Had to get my money right Had to get my label right You can hate all you want, but I'm here forever Swizz Beatz Part Whatever I'm here forever (Bitch!) I'm the Monster get it all right Me and my niggas is dogs and we guaranteed to bite Inf gon' pop ya Cross gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Dogs gon' stop ya We working out the building I started the beats, coming up out of the building Nigga, 2E and the building 700 The Bronx Tenements, where I came up Ain't nothing funny playa For the money, these niggas is hungry, playa We love the hood We run the hood We own the hood Fuck what you sayin' dog You got a problem we gon' solve it You got beef we gon' bed that You got lead we gon' pop that I got heat I'ma rock that Motherfucking radio stations I drop that I'm the one who had ten songs at one time on the countdown So get your mind right Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever Y'all niggas better get together Or whatever I got beats galore I got beats that'll blow off your project doors Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-Rs Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars Beats for deaf, beats for blind Beats that'll make a thug nigga wanna cock his nine Y'all niggas ain't hard to find Y'all niggas ain't out your mind (fuckers) We love the hood From the hood In the hood Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story Oh my God! Inf gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya Cross gon' pop ya Dogs gon stop ya Listen, doing this here Y'all niggas know, this we doing this here BEYOTCH! |
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