Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Born In The Ghetto lyrics

Hook: Big B I was born in the Ghetto, Raised in the Ghetto Ain't nobody taking it (Bizzy: Born in the Ghetto) [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] The Ghetto would always gon' hold me down Picking me up when I'm flat on the ground Lifting me up through the dirt that I found Taking me well beyond leaps and bounds Sold to the mound? soul to the clown Little window It don't get no better when I get a little Henny kinfolk some Indo Dead in my tracks like Kimbo, slam back another 6'4 Sip slow, got ? on my mind, flipping I'm fine Back to that ghetto smhetto Back to the basics back to the missions My n***as no kidding I get on this plane and I'm going insane and I'm sharing my rhythm been working on second winds I'm second to none, seconds to win Seconds to run First to lose it, worst to come Sippin on booze Forever young That's real talk, come at you young You can hear my real heart It's real dark Back where I'm from That's cause they'll k** ya Mamma told me get money but don't be no dummy but she was so caught up I thought I was nothing I'm probably something method is complex I'm probably something f** it, (What), I'm ghetto Buckets (What), I'm ghetto Shawty know how to party Little ghetto in all of us [Verse 2: Flesh-n-Bone] I was conceived in the back seat, of my Granddaddy's Caddy Momma had me, she was 17 and my Pappy, was a Marine Big dreams living in the ghetto, brick cities seven levels Roses don't grow threw concrete streets loaded with heavy metal Chase paper and chase the devil We can dance up under the moonlight We can all fight f** it bars and stripes, red blue and white Listen at the sh** I say, 'bout to sway as I convey Everyday it's payday no they ain't f**ing around My thugs persuade These n***as you see me wit' b**h We got way more to lose They call me Sticky got an itchy trigger finger n***as hog all your brews up We can kick it like trues man get it in Wit' a known motherf**er how to win This is a trend, we set it again and again I Guess I'm Plenty n***as that's from my set Sign a motherf**er's check you can't even cash well that's your a** fool Imma let it rest 7/11 I'm breaking ? Making it out the Ghetto I'm living swell now [Hook] [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] I was born with a strike against me Then they told me that life is empty I don't like it but the fight is in me Never ever would I give 'em my rights don't tempt me Move forward, tunnel vision I channel my energy without a collision they feeling the synergy all the decisions I'm making broadcasts like a television It's all in the ether It's either I make it or somebody dead Cause I'm tired, I'm I'm ready to ride, rebelling cause Satan a lie Momma sit back gimme some patience For the Lord, no limits, no waiting In the ghetto wit' Layzie Too long we been dealing wit' the stress and the pressure of working with lesser than less No one would help for the drama was too much to measure, pleasure Only came when we could make her smile Treasure every day I can make her proud Better one day Wait, how 'bout now? Together we pray, all out loud I'm down, I'm not out I found a way to get out Said I couldn't do it put my mind to it ? doing find a way out Bring back the love for the kids Like look what I did, you can do this You always can make it, wherever you live NOT FINISHED YET