ah mind But Fly gon' take it like a man doin' time for crime Get behind me, and Fly will lead the line Using my ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes, yeah yeah
us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto
Yeah what do they know They probably told that to Dylan a long time ago There's a kid in the ghetto his back to the wall Stars in his eyes and a basketball
a jungle, everybody wants to be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around
world cup soccer, man them niggas going crazy, but if there had been some black people watching basketball then we'd be ghetto the motherfuckers racist
going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin' around my gate man Word? Fuck em yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin' Whatever
Aiyyo, here's a little story ghetto situation 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass, big brains
of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of masada's legacy, christ blew the breath in me To rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontry Bless it be, priest, fly '
, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto
big brown eyes As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby When I tell you to jump you ask how high Even if I expect you to fly, it's
or a plane? Naw Superman is arrived here to save the damn day Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican Theres
fuck u fakers my eyes dreamy, for that 2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, bitch save the royal playas
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
too) Halle Berry head, lisa-raye (WOO!) Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto
Amil outlaw fly indeed Got every chic's man eyeing me Think you could crush this try and see Its the major coin i-n-c And am too hot to just be warm I
house up Everyday, police would swarm Comin? home from school, your brains on your uniform I wish I could fly away on a unicorn I'm from the ghetto
ghetto girls play Take a hit of haze, it's in the drain You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate That ghetto P and that ghetto cash My ghetto
