who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south it's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! I get it jumpin'
the same i'm clutchin my thang, stuffin it in, strokin it down, beat tha stuff up uh uh, shorty don't run from it she gimme tha booty, i'm breakin it
Got it real got it down, yo Verse 2: As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces And make ya death the sweetest Punch a hole through ya cleavage By the way
the things i have or the things you need You look at me like i don't make sense Like a waste of time, like it serves no purpose I am no prince I am
you should give 'em another example (Awright give me a scratch let's make it funky right here) I got a ring on my phone May 5th last year It was my girlfriend
'em another example Prince: awright give me a scratch let's make it funky right here I got a ring on my phone may 5th last year It was my girlfriend
obvious you've been ignoring me Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed disjointed While all the critics was looking for Prince charming
it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous
50 And they'll tell you I'm through when I spit it It's still in here doing it, you can't fuck with it And I'ma hit it in the chest with the nina Reping
feat. Allen Toussaint) [Grym Reaper/Too Poetic] Beeeware! Four figures appear through the fog Yeah! Gravediggaz cut like swords... rrRRRAAA!! Fear makes
Keep riding till the cycle is broke We don't got to go through nothing alone [P.O.S.:] She's in the weather, the whole storm Hugging on her prince, his
Prince: I don't know I don't think they really do Jazzy: I think you should give 'em another example Prince: awright give me a scratch let's make it funky
longer your worst dreams And as bad as everything seems Keep hustling We gon' get it by any means How unfortunate, January the sixth Federal officers, raided our offices Making it
m clutchin my thang; Stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty i'm breakin it off I can
your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed this charming While all the critics was looking for prince
one who lurks in the night A new dimension beholds Satan's rise Through storms of might be rides The prince of hell among us Come hear our battle cry