DJ Premier - So Ghetto (Freestyle) lyrics

Yo, I done had 20 racks and blew it all to the ground I sold nickel bags and peddled the pounds Can't even talk d** And b**hes in my city that was saying my name Snotty nose used to pitch in the rain Now my b**h play with my dick in her range She start beef and I'm just catching a flight It's probably d** if I'm sipping the sprite You know my life; drink, smoke, roll some dice Shoot the club up on opening night Hit a b**h in the wig, tall n***a got caught in the leg I hit the sherm and go dump at the feds I'm on your block, come k** me Them purple stars, was doing them filthy Ruined lives and I ain't never felt guilty n***a walk with me A couple racks at the sound of a chirp I'm smoking dope while I'm bagging the work In the building, at the top of the staircase Probably getting top on the staircase Fiends take a bump and can't stand straight Yeah, I'm a firm believer in God But it get cloudy when them times get hard It make a n***a wanna get up and rob Wasn't for me a lotta n***as would starve They needed work so I give 'em a job Feed your peoples n***a A lotta n***as don't share them views So the TV gotta share that news You know the streets and these made up rules All cause n***as ain't pay them dues They show up 'tarted with some beat up shoes sh** is wicked and most of these n***as is duck Just keep it tucked or you pressing your luck You know the peeps get to searching the truck They smelled weed now they bringing in dogs Running your name, thirsting to give you a charge Take you to county, wanna show you the bars Speak on beats just to share my world Ain't had no money, had to sell that girl Road the bike and ignored all stops You played them books and I played them blocks So what you know about waking up in the middle of a situation They had your dog, wanna ask you questions at the station Said they know that you was slanging the work Somebody rolled and threw your name in the dirt Toss you a jumper, got you changing your shirt The wristband with the date of your birth Jail s**s, but intake is the worst Called you names tryna break you apart Set your bail, now you know where to start Thinking it was numbers that you know by heart And it's all for the love of the fetti I cop a soda and a dutch from the ghetti A lot of n***as that I run with is petty But them my n***as, what the f** you gon' tell me? Selling bags and stealing sh** out the deli, n***a