Ghetto
Madd Rapper Lyrics


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Word up....
You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, that's off top....

[Carl Thomas]
"I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto"

[Raekwon]
That's right, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, tell the young boys out there man"

[D-Dot]
"Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form"

[Carl Thomas] "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the
Line, I'm ghetto"

[Raekwon]
"Now ya'll niggas want to wear Polo and Hilfiger"

[Carl Thomas]
"See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour baby, I'm ghetto"

[Raekwon]
"Y'all want to go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every three seconds"

[Carl Thomas]
"I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto"

[D-Dot]
"We just want to talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'"

[Raekwon]
"I tell the story for the young black youths out there"

[Raekwon]
Yo, it started out in East NewYork
Where I grew up, learned how to walk
Favorite carry weapon was a fork
Older folks smoked out, straglers

Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar
Starvin' for mine, bust three at ya
Dad fucked up consecutively
Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy

Moms dropped him on the spot
Smacked me in the knot
Only he gave you was your name and these blocks
Yup, that's ya Pops

Still, that's me still
Keep it real
If it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal
We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out

Three days away from home he come back stoned out
Coke on the table, pressin' redial
Son I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul
Yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big

Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded

What should I do? knock your self off, but the God succeeded
And the most scariest part is you better have heart
'Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart
Have Faith in your God

Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion, ready to die for the family hard

Alcoholic vultures with toasters
Sheep skins on
Leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit

Smoke a bag of wet and set it
The block we deaded
Society's grown too black and too strong to prolong
Got my Woman with a gun in her thong

It's kinda wild how we livin'
The Devil's force has risen
We travel from here to prison
A presidency shelter for my elders

That's real, 'cause we need them and they need us, that's love for ya
Leavin' on this moment
Meditatin' at Four in the Mornin'
Nigga you screamin'.....

[Chorus]
I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto
I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghetto
See me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto
I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto

[Madd Rapper]
Born in the gutter
A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother
I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter
Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter

My leathers was pleathers while ya'lls was butter
Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit
Thirteen years old 3 Months in Spofford
Crime, I couldn't stop it

Didn't pass the Tenth grade
School was cool but it didn't keep our rent paid
So every Wednesday me and my Dogs
Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx

Knowin' all along the shit was wrong
Ain't the first and damn sure ain't the last,
It keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on
Same old story, my Pops left

Waves and Pony's and mock necks
Tre's and Forty's and hot sex
With around the way bitches,
From around the way riches, yo, my block reps

I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network
Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts
So pardon my appearance, everythings all good
Nigga I'm just like you except I'm from the hood.

[Chorus]

I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto

[D-Dot]
This goes out to all my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all
Around the nation and all around the World, know what I'm sayin'?

Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out on the line, I'm ghetto
See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I'm ghetto
I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto

Does anyone mind the truth y'all?
Does anyone mind the truth y'all?




Does anyone mind the truth y'all?
Does anyone mind the truth ya'll?

Overall Meaning

The song "Ghetto" by Madd Rapper featuring Carl Thomas, Raekwon, and D-Dot explores the realities of growing up in the ghetto, reflecting on the struggles and hardships that come with it. The song features each artist sharing their own experiences, as they delve into topics like financial instability, crime, broken families, and the harsh conditions of living in the ghetto. The chorus, sung by Carl Thomas, highlights the essence of the song, echoing the statement - "I'm ghetto."


Raekwon's verse talks about his upbringing in East New York, where he learned how to walk and picked up a fork as a weapon. He talks about his father's involvement in illegal activities and how that was the only means of survival that they had. Madd Rapper's verse speaks about his experience growing up with a black father and Puerto Rican mother, and how he had to hustle from a young age to survive.


The song aims to educate listeners about the realities of living in the ghetto and how it shapes individuals' lives. Overall, the song displays a sense of pride and acceptance in one's roots despite the challenges that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, that's off top....
I know you like a street novelist, no lies.


"I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I'm ghetto"
I have bills to pay and another child on the way, and I'm from the ghetto.


"Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form"
Going back to old-fashioned, soulful Hip-Hop, just like the old days.


"Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the Line, I'm ghetto"
I spend a dollar on wine and hang my clothes on the line, I live in the ghetto.


"See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour baby, I'm ghetto"
I'm cruising down the street at a slow pace, I'm from the ghetto.


"Y'all want to go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every three seconds"
You guys want to go to places like Vegas and Beverly Hills too often.


"I tell the story for the young black youths out there"
I'm telling a story for the young Black kids out there.


"Yo, it started out in East NewYork"
It happened first in East New York.


"Favorite carry weapon was a fork"
A fork was my favorite weapon to carry.


"Older folks smoked out, straglers"
Older folks used drugs and alcohol heavily and were often alone.


"Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar"
I almost had to fight a skilled boxer like Marvin Hagler.


"Starvin' for mine, bust three at ya"
In need of money and willing to rob you for it.


"Dad fucked up consecutively"
My Dad kept making mistakes.


"Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy"
My Dad and some of his relatives were Gangsters that sold drugs.


"Moms dropped him on the spot"
My Mom abandoned my Dad on the spot.


"Son I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul"
Son, I'm sending you home, you're acting badly.


"Still, that's me still"
That's still me.


"It's kinda wild how we livin'"
It's crazy how we're living.


"Leavin' on this moment, Meditatin' at Four in the Mornin'"
Leaving you with this message, I am meditating at four in the morning.


"I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I'm feelin' fine, I'm ghetto"
I'm always thinking about hustling, but besides that I'm okay, just from the ghetto.


"I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I'm ghetto"
I want black tint on my car and to be a superstar at the park, it's a ghetto thing.


"I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can't help it who I am, I'm ghetto"
I'm not embarrassed of my family, I can't help who I am, just from the ghetto.


"Born in the gutter, A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother"
Born in poverty, with a Black father and Puerto Rican mother.


"Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit"
Stealing and hustling for any income.


"Crime, I couldn't stop it"
I couldn't stop my criminal activities.


"Didn't pass the Tenth grade, School was cool but it didn't keep our rent paid"
I didn't finish tenth grade, school was okay but it didn't help pay the rent.


"Tre's and Forty's and hot sex"
Threesomes and drunken hookups.


"So every Wednesday me and my Dogs Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx"
Every Wednesday my friends and I took the train to buy drugs in the Bronx.


"We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out"
We were in his Cadillac with custom enhancements, high and disconnected from our surroundings.


"Coke on the table, pressin' redial"
Cocaine on the table, calling the dealer repeatedly to buy more drugs.


"Only he gave you was your name and these blocks"
The only thing my father gave me is my name and our neighborhood.


"With around the way bitches, From around the way riches, yo, my block reps"
Talking about girls from our neighborhood and the reputation of our block.


"It keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on"
The problems never end, so keep moving forward.


"Leather sleek Bombers, bums with no coats on"
Some people have nice leather jackets, while others have no coats at all.


"We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit"
We're broke but need to have good credit.


"The block we deaded"
The block is lifeless.


"Society's grown too black and too strong to prolong"
The Black community is growing too big and strong to be ignored.


"A presidency shelter for my elders, That's real, 'cause we need them and they need us, that's love for ya"
We need a President to take care of our older generation, because they need us and we need them.


"Does anyone mind the truth y'all?"
Is anyone willing to listen to the truth?




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: NICOLE DAWN MILLER, MAYNARD DOUGLAS COLEMAN, TYRONE COOPER, SIDNEY PRINCE

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