Lil' Flip - Ghetto lyrics

[Chorus] In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) [Verse 1] Look I was raised in in the(ghetto) I got payed in the(ghetto) a lot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto) a lot of wa*ksta's got, got in the(ghetto) got shot in the(ghetto)-but not popped in they metal I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change now it's eight years later and I run sh** kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb sh** and I ain't with that kissing a** sh** dawg you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper you wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin' [Chorus] In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) [Verse 2] My neighborhood ain't sh** like Mister Rogers cause in the(ghetto)n***az quick to squabble everybody unemployed in the(ghetto)-well fair, health care sh** the game ain't fair-a lot of ya'll never come back to the(ghetto) 'cause ya'll greedy a** f** n***az don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck you want to be a ghetto star and ride in the hood cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood it's understood that more paper, bring more haters everybody want to coach but we need more players in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces [Chorus] In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) Something is holdin me back {*repeat til the end*}