lives that scarred Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing Devil's be after me supply your child with
it shine like white gold And the hoes love Joe way before this rap shit Before the Versace floors and the rolls to match it Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy
rounds on me Obie Trice Emil hit em, let's go [1st verse] Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe
[Dre] I'll be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm pickin up
Go get ya tape decks ready uh You know I had to bring 'em back hahahaha Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Aye yo I'm old
to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon
You can't blame it on the game of hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
: [Dre] I'll be comin around the ghetto when I come kickin one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm pickin
stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon
can't blame it on the game of hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow And
It's the brown child, better version of the story Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake The greens and
trapped in a web's game, and into the eyes of who's punint Locked down we run it, hands down no question 6'4 with a 5'5, wild child mic molesting Bark
cut throats with large incisions Killer bees buzz and hum, I unleash a gullible roar in the system In water, I'm ?broadest? Amphibious, this man's a swift crocodile Coptic star child