ghetto boy
Even though his voice rarely goes above casual speaking volume, when C-Murd… Read Full Bio ↴Even though his voice rarely goes above casual speaking volume, when C-Murder talks, he speaks volumes. Born Corey Miller and raised in New Orleans, a city known for both its good times and crimes, C-Murder adopted his provocative name seeing murders, amongst other ruthless activities. A product of the notorious Calliope Projects, C was able to escape being just another statistic by aligning with his entrepreneur brother Percy Miller, also known to the world as No Limit Record’s CEO and founder Master P. Throughout the mid to late 1990’s No Limit wreaked havoc on the music industry setting gold and platinum standards for almost every album they released. Before becoming one of the most popular solo artists on the label, C-Murder debuted as a member of TRU alongside his brothers P and Silkk The Shocker. The trio put themselves and their label on the national map with their 1995 album True which spurned the worldwide anthem “I’m Bout It, Bout It.” Following TRU’s groundbreaking 1997 album Tru 2 Da Game, C-Murder embarked on what would become a successful solo career. His first album, 1998’s Life Or Death proved to listeners that C was able to hold his own weight using a spectrum of influences ranging from Special Ed to Ice-T to 2Pac, showing that while he had a rough exterior to use in his favor, he had also had immense talent working for him too. His follow-ups, 1999’s Bossalinie, 2000’s Trapped In Crime and an appearance later that year on the 504 Boys’ smash “Wobble, Wobble” would only broaden his fanbase and cement his place in Southern Rap’s hierarchy. C-Murder would go on to follow his brother Master P’s entrepreneur footsteps by founding TRU Records and releasing two more albums 2001’s C-P-3.com and 2002’s Tru Dawgs—with controversy following each one. In 2001 C was indicted on an attempted murder charge for a shooting incident outside of a Baton Rouge nightclub. While out on bond, C-Murder was charged with second-degree murder over a shooting outside of another Louisiana nightclub. Facing two life-altering allegations simultaneously, C’s recording career came to a screeching halt. Sentenced to life for the latter charge, C decided to change his name to C-Miller. He went on to sign with Koch Records to put out some of his previously unreleased material but opted to go back to his original name by the time 2005’s Truest Shit I Ever Said hit shelves. “C-Murder is in my heart, I always knew in the back of my head what it was,” says C about his decision. “It’s never crossed my mind to change. Anyone who knows me knows I am who I am. I’ve been through a lot but I got heart with it too. To let the system take me down, I’ll be a failure.” Literally TRU to his word, the system did not take C-Murder down. Only serving a couple years of his life sentence, C’s second-degree murder conviction was overturned in favor of a retrial. Wasting no time C-Murder released his 2005 album in the form of The Tru Story: Continued with all new songs and offered fans an even bigger glimmer of hope and change with a guest appearance on Ludacris’ Release Therapy album on the song “Do Your Time” when he rapped alongside fellow ex-con emcees Beanie Sigel and Pimp C. Now, with that chapter of his life and even a novel, Death Around the Corner, behind him, C is looking forward to adding more pages to his storied career. The first entry is his TRU/Asylum Records debut Screamin’ 4 Vengeance. “This album is going to be very personal,” insists C. “Its gonna be an open book on my trials and tribulations. Current events, things I’ve been going through, letting the world get it raw.” He pauses to warn, “Everything ain’t gutter about the album though, because at the end of the day its got a message. It ain’t about go bang this and that, it’s just a raw album about life and what’s going on out here. At the end of the day, the end of the beat, you get the message that the streets ain’t what’s really popping.” Backed by a new team and a new attitude, Screamin’ 4 Vengeance is some of C-Murder’s best work to date. As a No Limit Soldier C often had to crank out music at an assembly line rate. But now that he’s calling his own shots and setting his own schedule, C is putting out a high-quality product of 5-star General caliber. “My lyrical content and subject matter on a another level,” says C in between mention in his new in-house production team, Deadly Soundz. “You can hear my confidence now, I can flow on any track now. Earlier in my career, it was easy to do two or three songs a day because I was saying the same things. But this time around its more universal, everything ain’t gonna be the same. I had time to really work on this album and perfect it.” The perfection can be heard in the diversity of songs on Screamin’ For Vengeance. Tracks like “My Set” produced by Baton Rouge underground legend C-Loc will remind hardcore C-Murder fans of what made them make each of his first three albums platinum. “Be Fresh” shows C in rare form actually appreciating the good things in life after a hard day’s work. “Mihita” reunites him with former label mate Mia X while “Gangstafied Lyrics” has C giving a sermon on street life. “I’m just trying to bring that 100% street element back to music,” says C. “You’re not gonna hear me talking about driving this whip with 22s or anything like that. You’re gonna hear real situations. This is my first studio album in a minute so I have to give it my all.” With Screamin’ 4 Vengeance being C-Murder’s first studio album in five years the veteran artist has more than enough to say and expose. With everything from rhymes to emotions being bottled up inside, the volatile contents finally get to explode out of the lyricist’s pen and into your ears. Sure to please both old and new fans alike, Screamin’ 4 Vengeance will reintroduce and reestablish C-Murder and his unique brand of music. “I’m the same C-Murder that you expected and saw on my first albums,” he urges. “It’s just C-Murder with open eyes that wants to give you a message and let you know the consequences of your choices.”

ghetto boy
C-Murder Lyrics


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[C Murder]
Wha?
Ghetto boy
Just a lil' Ghetto Boy
Chorus
A lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil' a lil'
Just a lil' ghetto boy [Repeat: x4]
A million dollars don't mean shit to me
I'm from the streets with a hard hittin' slang Ghetto D
Nigga and still makin' moves with a sick click
Trick fuck a bitch I gank with my dick
A young nigga from the hood it's all good
When I represent my city, I'm suckin on a bitch titty
And red alazay and 50 blunts rolled up
You want to hit, then muthafucka hold up
Slow ya roll, get yo bank rolled, ain't it cold
I been slangin', since I was 10 years old
A lil' skinny muthafucka packin guns fuck a toy
Nigga, I'm just a lil' ghetto boy

[Chorus: x4]

[Mac]
I'm just a ghetto boy, uptown rebel boy
Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder, kill kill
Into ghetto bitches, ghetto rides, ghetto wars
Ghetto food, got ghetto ways, I guess I'm just a ghetto star
I still hang on the set from time to time
Might slang a dime or two, just to remind the crew
Still ghetto keep a rag on my face
Representin' the place, I was talkin' grace
From bad news, you probably caught me bustin at fools
I keep it ghetto like bitches with baby daddy tatoos

[Chorus: x4]

[Kane]
I'm ghetto like pissin' in the streets smokin' weed
Like hangers on TV or roaches crawling up your sleeve
Me, run with a mighty click, conglomerate sick
Leave haters on respirators, when this shit get thick
Bitch, I'm more ghetto than a high school drop out
When them hoes be fightin' and they titty pop out
Don't make me pull tha glok out, n' pop the teeth out cha mouth
I'm comin' out the south, that mess is what we bout

[Abel]
I'm ghetto like yo sister, thirteen with two baby daddies
Ol' school caddy, fuckin cluckers in alleys
Ignorant, like you know nigga been dis, you all up in it
Kinda like tha free clinic, ghetto like No Limit

[Chorus: x4]

Nigga, check this out
I'm ghetto like a motherfuckin' roaches crawlin' in a nigga cornflakes
nigga
I'm ghetto like gettin a motherfuckin' extension on your light bill
No, I'm ghetto like puttin' a motherfuckin' phone bill in your baby name
fool
Nah, fuck all that
I'm ghetto like Gotti gimps

[KLC]
Ha ha ha
Naah naah nigga fuck that
Nigga I'm ghetto like using motherfuckin' hangers
on TV's for antennas with spawn on the end nigga
Nigga nigga nigga
I'm ghetto like using mayonnaise jars for glasses nigga
Hold up, check this out
Nigga I'm ghetto like egg sandwiches nigga
Hold up, hold up, check this out
Nigga, I'm ghetto like black clack of bedroom sets nigga
Hold up, you know what?
I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin' burnt by the same hoe twice, ya heard
me?
Nigga that's ghetto nigga
Ha ha ha ha

[Big Boz]
Nigga check it out
I'm ghetto like a black ass bitch wearin blue ass contacts
Nigga, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
using water in his cereal instead of milk
I'm ghetto like baby powder on your chest nigga
I'm ghetto like catchin' a whoopin' in a grocery store
Like a fuckin' public defender, or ashy knees
Fuckin' roman noodle, fat hoes in spandex




Or playin on the bench with a booger in your nose nigga
Ha ha ha

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Ghetto Boy" by C-Murder describe the life and mentality of a person who grew up in a poor neighborhood in the United States. The chorus repeats the phrase "a lil' ghetto boy" several times, as if to emphasize that although the person has grown up, they still identify with their roots. C-Murder talks about how a million dollars does not mean anything to him and that he is still associated with his city, drinking Alazay wine and smoking weed. He describes himself packing guns since he was ten years old and how even though he tried selling drugs, he was dedicated to rap.


Mac also raps about being a ghetto boy and represents the lifestyle by emphasizing his affiliation with violence, women, money, and drugs. Kane and Abel boast of being more ghetto than the other rappers and using exaggerated but comical comparisons to describe their take on ghetto culture. The last few verses of the song feature a group of rappers trading descriptions of things that are plainly and unmistakably “ghetto,” making light of the harsh realities of inner-city life.


Line by Line Meaning

A million dollars don't mean shit to me
Money doesn't matter to me.


I'm from the streets with a hard hittin' slang Ghetto D
I'm from the ghetto, and I have a distinctive way of talking.


Nigga and still makin' moves with a sick click
I'm still making moves with my crew.


Trick fuck a bitch I gank with my dick
I don't respect women, I only use them for sex.


A young nigga from the hood it's all good
I grew up in the ghetto and it's all good.


When I represent my city, I'm suckin on a bitch titty
I'm proud of where I'm from, and I show it in a crude way.


And red alazay and 50 blunts rolled up
I have a lot of liquor and weed.


You want to hit, then muthafucka hold up
If you want to smoke or drink with me, wait your turn.


Slow ya roll, get yo bank rolled, ain't it cold
Be patient, make money, it's a tough world.


I been slangin', since I was 10 years old
I've been selling drugs since I was a kid.


I'm just a ghetto boy
I'm just a product of the ghetto.


Uptown rebel boy
I'm a rebellious figure in my neighborhood.


Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
I'm flashy and like to show off my wealth.


These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
My harsh experiences come through in my music.


Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder, kill kill
My music still reflects violence and gang activity.


Into ghetto bitches, ghetto rides, ghetto wars
I am attracted to ghetto women, ghetto cars, and run-ins with the law.


Ghetto food, got ghetto ways, I guess I'm just a ghetto star
I embrace the whole ghetto lifestyle and see myself as a star in that world.


Might slang a dime or two, just to remind the crew
I sometimes sell drugs to my crew to show that I'm still part of it.


Representin' the place I was talkin' grace
I'm representing my neighborhood with pride.


From bad news, you probably caught me bustin at fools
If you see me around bad news, I'm probably shooting people.


I keep it ghetto like bitches with baby daddy tatoos
I keep it real and embrace the rough aspects of life.


I'm ghetto like pissin' in the streets smokin' weed
I'm very ghetto and don't care about my image.


Bitch, I'm more ghetto than a high school drop out
I'm even more ghetto than someone who didn't finish high school.


When them hoes be fightin' and they titty pop out
I find entertainment in watching women fight and have their clothes come off.


Don't make me pull tha glok out, n' pop the teeth out cha mouth
Don't mess with me, I'm willing to use violence.


I'm comin' out the south, that mess is what we bout
I come from the southern states, and violence is a way of life.


I'm ghetto like yo sister, thirteen with two baby daddies
I'm very ghetto, and your sister has two kids from different fathers at just thirteen.


Ignorant, like you know nigga been dis, you all up in it
I'm very ignorant, and you know that I'm involved in shady business.


Kinda like tha free clinic, ghetto like No Limit
I'm like a free clinic (rough and unpolished), and my music is very rough like No Limit Records.


I'm ghetto like Gotti gimps
I'm as rough and tough as gangster rap icon John Gotti.


Nigga I'm ghetto like using motherfuckin' hangers on TV's for antennas with spawn on the end nigga
I'm so ghetto that I use hangers as TV antennas with tape on the end.


Nigga I'm ghetto like using mayonnaise jars for glasses nigga
I'm so ghetto that I use empty mayonnaise jars as drinking glasses.


Nigga I'm ghetto like egg sandwiches nigga
I'm so ghetto that I like to eat egg sandwiches.


Nigga, I'm ghetto like black clack of bedroom sets nigga
I'm so ghetto that I have a cheap, poorly made bedroom set.


I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin' burnt by the same hoe twice, ya heard me?
I'm so ghetto that I let the same woman hurt me multiple times.


I'm ghetto like a black ass bitch wearin blue ass contacts
I'm so ghetto that I wear fake contacts that don't match my skin color.


Nigga, I'm ghetto like water in his cereal instead of milk
I'm so ghetto that I use water instead of milk in my cereal.


I'm ghetto like baby powder on your chest nigga
I'm so ghetto that I use baby powder on my chest instead of proper hygiene products.


I'm ghetto like catchin' a whoopin' in a grocery store
I'm so ghetto that I've been beaten up in a grocery store.


Like a fuckin' public defender, or ashy knees
I'm as unappealing as a public defender or ash-covered knees.


Fuckin' roman noodle, fat hoes in spandex
I'm ghetto enough to eat cheap ramen noodles and find overweight women in spandex attractive.


Or playin on the bench with a booger in your nose nigga
I'm so ghetto that I pick my nose on the bench and don't care who sees.




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: CRAIG BAZILE, D GARCIA, C MILLER, M PHIPPS

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Deadlysoundz

2021 and still bumpin this. I’m so glad I grew up in the No Limit era.

Ste Thompson

🇬🇧😎👊🏾

rountreeeightyfive

Samesies I’ve been buying the CDs on eBay.

Maurice Carroll

We all still bump this

Miss Boss Campagna

This is one my favorite CDs and I've listened to it for ,20 years. Your awesome

rountreeeightyfive

You’re

moneybag shawty

“A million dollars don’t mean shit to me I’m from the streets where the hard hitters sling ghetto D” Calliope Landlord C was too real

36hounddogg

moneybag shawty such a memorable start to a verse

moneybag shawty

36hounddogg you right man mainly because this nigga C was really still doing street shit while being a millionaire smh. Raps was 100% real

Ste Thompson

I see you 👀😏

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