Lupe Fiasco - Deliver lyrics

[Verse 1] (Pow) 30-something shots from the ghetto gun All in the ears of the ghetto young Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun I always wondered where the ghetto from Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb These n***as off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum And that ghetto ba** with my ghetto drums And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems get ghetto sums That's why... [Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Ty Dolla $ign] The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many n***as on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many n***as on the block Too many n***as getting shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many n***as getting robbed n***as don't wanna starve but "n***as ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver [Verse 2] Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day Cause a prostitute s**ing dick in the hallway Little Caesar's never sending pizza out y'all way Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed The ghetto was a physical manifestation Of hate in a place where ethnicity determines your placement A place that defines your station Remind you n***as your place is the basement White people in the attic n***as selling dope, White people is the addicts White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'? Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV So don't say it's politics when you see me When you gon' apologize for your CD n***a, that don't match red and black to a GD [Hook] [Verse 3] Can I get delivered from the sin? Get a little slice of Heaven, I can enter in again Or maybe just imagine that I'm living in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic So it take a n***a havoc and it make it into friends You don't even need a salad, it don't make a n***a fatter, actually take a n***a backwards and make a n***a thin That's a deep dish Chicago style get the peace stick Home run hitter, I be drilling on the weak pitch Pay into the plate then I put it in your face, I'm a man, never biting on the hands that I eat with No Giordano or Di Giorno Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder Full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle [Hook]