Intro
This is for the ghettos of America (streets is mines) all the hoods all the slums (streets in mines) all my peoples in the streets ride with me
VERSE 1
In the ghetto you see Bentley’s and Benzes
A lot of hoopties on 20” rimses
Fiend strung out from bleachers to benches
While their friends getting put in the trenches
Still it won’t stop you gotta slang rock
Hope you don’t get knocked on the block ducking the cops
Moms strung out ain’t got no pops
Only thirteen life’s hard as a rock
Praying to God please make it stop
Every now and then the block gets hot
Either from somebody snitching or stick ups getting shot
In the head pronounced dead on the spot
And that’s an everyday thing fiends need medication
You a true hustler it takes dedication
To be heavyweight like the wrestling federation
Then you’ll make bail before you hit the station

HOOK
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive

VERSE 2
What ya' hood like
What yo' streets like
What yo' ghetto like
Ain’t no better life
What ya' hood like
What yo' streets like
What yo' ghetto like
Ain’t no better life
In the streets we rock Nikese white tees
Blaze trees eat Italian ices
Rep the hood like movies by Spike Lee we get shifty
Low down gritty and grimey like Onyx
Speak Ebonics drink Hennessy til' we vomit
Catch us sober once in a blue like Halley’s comet some worship Christ some Allah and the prophet Muhammad
We got hustlers selling white tee shirts
Mixtape CD’s, DVD’s
They even got stuff for yo' baby momma
Like fake Gucci bags or Dolce and Gabbana

HOOK
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive

VERSE 3
In the hood we party all year round
Rock designer wear all year round
Throwbacks fitted’s all year round
Chicks in Manolo’s and Burberry all year round
We hit the club ball out til' we fall out
Rappers come through and buy the bar out
Some get fast cash others sweat for paper
While the haters just catch the vapors
Still to this day the rent and cable
Is the only freaking bills we pay
The women so materialistic some got jobs some on they ass collecting public assistance
There’s a lot of men that's getting cheese
And they ain’t taking care of their seeds
Cuz' their baby moms wanted to leave
Too abusive kept pulling out her weave

HOOK
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive
I’m from the ghetto
I am the streets
And in the hood’s
Where I reside dead or alive