You know, Tone It really ain't that bad Once you understand The science of this sh** College Boyz coming to you For the year 2000 Covering all sectors Of the universe Creep through the hood With my drop top Gangstas on the sidelines Throwing up nothing But a peace sign Brothers on the curb With the herb Levis, knee high O.G's clock as I creep by Crib to crib Rolls up to kid's girls I dig They all know me So the ghetto stays cozy Team to team Sport a couple of trophys One for the dope And the other for the homie The ghetto's a real Fool place to be f**ed up Sundown to sunup But that's the way we come up You talk with the street slang You ball and you gang bang That's where the family hangs So it ain't no thang [CHORUS] It doesn't seem like I'll be going nowhere I'm just a victim of the ghetto It doesn't seem like I'll be Getting too far, too far [Repeat CHORUS] Yeah, it's like a family affair If you get through Plenty of? Say, what's up Keep your mouth shut, yup High rollers know me But they don't own me (f** you) 5-0 might roll through quite slow Keep the forty in the bag And throw away the Zig Zag Waiting for five or six to come Down goes the sun So we can run a game of 21 Call me anything
From a hoodlum to a thug You can push and you can shove And I still won't budge [Repeat CHORUS 2x] I'm just a victim of the ghetto Won't be getting too far, too far I'm just a victim of the ghetto Too far, too far, no Movie stars, yuppies Macs and politicians Roll through to get A nickel or a ten They know me, I know them But then again I can't extend More than I need to Cause suddenly, they read me And lead you astray And transactions completed Your presence in my ghetto Ain't needed, so beat it Born and raised on The same damn concrete And I'll be put to sleep In these streets I step into a different world For college education Keep my safe ways Pay days stays in effect I just can't let go I want my respect so I gotta return to the Nation of my ghetto [Repeat CHORUS] I'm just a victim of the ghetto Too far, to far So know you now College Boyz sending out a fistful To the Baytown Posse Concrete Evidence, the CB Posse My main man, TJ Omega sci-fi, overdose Suicide, homicide DOA and genocide And to the law Keep your a** on the Other side of the tracks This is The Q signing out On radio fusion radio (Victim of the ghetto) Checkmate [Repeat CHORUS to fade]