Naughty Shorts - Ghetto Knows lyrics

[Hook x3] Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go ( And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] New York, New York, the city that never sleeps Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets sh** gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks And holdin Glocks stolen from the cops to get props You gotta split a top, on the regular Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder Another brother six feet under You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up) Or make a run for it there's too many to tackle The Big Apple'll put your a** on ice like a Snapple So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped n***as act up I back up (PI-YAH) I bust a cap inside your f**in hat Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops (BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop The younger gunmen got the bigger n***as runnin The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin To push a n***a wig back, and leave his a** flat on his back The motherf**in ghetto knows, and it's like that [Hook x3] Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] Today's headlines, another n***a dead Six to the body and fo' to the head Followed the red b**h in the bed full of lead A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise With blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news Watchin his family goin through all the boo-hoos You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper Nothin left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper Police will take a few snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white Chalk around the body now the party has to motivate One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green Died at the age of seventeen [Hook x3] Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows) [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets I seen n***as pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin Steady co*kin my sh** cause I already got the clip in Now who's the first n***a to run up, here they come up The block hardrocks with Glocks rollin holdin they guns up I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest n***a shoulda wore a vest but now his a** is put to rest But now I got three mo' n***as, pullin triggers Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger caps? My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a s**er I reloaded the shot and dropped another motherf**er Quick, I duck and sh** to dodge the bullets comin at me Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy Two more n***as left, they scared to d**h, but I'm leary sh** gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound I see another body fallin down to the ground Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead Standin over his a** I put two more inside his head That's three n***as down, only got one n***a to go I gots to send his a** to the gravedigger so I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up Look over by the GS, see his a** stickin his head out Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out The back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down Right on the motherf**in streets that he dwelled [Hook x2] Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go (And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)