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The Ghetto
by Johnny Cinco feat. Lucci

Currently chasing currency
Spot looking like a pharmacy
Perc 5s, 10s
Oh you need single G's? double G's? Zzz's?
Fuck that
Want a industry check like LA Reed
Fly to Cali, shoot a bird at the LAPD
Apparently my flow on antifreeze
Heard my plug, ask the plug
Can you see over the wheel?
Or should I give you my keys?
Different color, whatever color you claim nigga
You bleed what I bleed
Shit, I got wants and needs
Needs and wants
I want what I want
Like I want to walk in the bank
All on my own, with two Glock 40s
And take out a loan
Tell me would I be wrong
Keep a bomb for a play
Like a nigga going 4th and long
You come to the spot
Got a bitch that will serve you
Look like Nita Long
Don't worry about what we be on
Got racks the Peewee Longway
Might serve you a bell on hump day
Tell my ho come meet you on a lunch break
Nigga digging my feng shui, ok

My moma was a trapper
Daddy was a trapper
My uncle was a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
My moma was a trapper
My daddy was a trapper
It's only right a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?

What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
Had to grow up in the streets
Young nigga raised in the streets
Ran through the streets
Trapped through the week
Serve you a bell
Serve you a P
Serve you a brick
Serve you a dummy
Ride with a tommy
Oh, what a dummy
I got them bells on the way though
I got the mailman on payroll
We got the police on payroll
Money don't move unless we say so
We with the mob shit
Mob ties, nigga with mob ties
Profet is all ties
Shit, we all ties
Nigga we all ties
Choppers, they all hide
Choppers come out they all hide
I welcome you out to my side
We all ride
My kind
One line
Front line
Front line
Lunch time
Crunch time
Trap

My moma was a trapper
Daddy was a trapper
My uncle was a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
My moma was a trapper
My daddy was a trapper
It's only right a trapper
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?
What you think I was gon' be?

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