The Jacka - In The Ghetto lyrics

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The Jacka - In The Ghetto lyrics

[Intro:] Oh ah-a aye (Oh ah-a aye) Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni na nuh well den-den-den Yap, yap,yap,yap,yap Rankin Scroo longside E 40 again fren [Chorus:] All mi hear is blam, blam, blam inna d ghetti-o Ditchin, duckin, dodgin, inna d ghetti-o Pare suffaration inna d ghetti-o An you know why-y-y-y-y Pimps,pushaz pare prostitute inna d ghetti-o Liquor store pan every corner in d ghetti-o Can find d** everywhere inna d ghetti-o An you know why, woi, tell dem [Verse 1:] G-H-E-T-T-O pissed stained mattress on the floor sub stations and liquor stores Get out a pocket get peeled a roll, every f**in day there's a funeral A kid will shoot you and tag your toe No a/c just windows and fans section 8 with programs Juvenile hall youth authority task force housing authority Hoodies beenie caps and p coats n***as will scratch to sell dope Soul food spots barber shops old school chevys big blocks Luxury scrapers dreadlocks and tapers bald heads french braids and perms The bootleg man with dvd burns quality sh** no returns Gift cards green dot cards moneygrams walmarts Confidential informants, CI's, wire taps FBIs Wide splats all type of lies down to Beverly Hills housewives I'm lookin for a handout tryin to find a way out Lookin for a money route tryin to get some pay out Makin beef like a steakhouse specially with my k out s**as better stay out fenna they get laid out The Salvation Army an goodwill, swap meets, flea markets an rubbishes [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Miss Mary an her grandson, live down inna d ghetto area In da hood whey we come from we sell ganja jus to take care of her The sun change d cold rain, a love for d game an d game that comes from it The love for chains, d fame an cold summers Yo friends they turn lane an change then try gun ya Put d pistol to yo brain, right befo' yo motha's eyes Strip you fo' yo safaz right befo' yo brotha tries It's real out here, you s**as can't describe, fifty kicks right befo' they circumcise That's ova yo snapback,I-I'm in a war n***a, wit babylon clap backs,kick down yo door n***a k**er ain't body strapped charge us wit bo n***a, boy ain't sellin stacks [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Pentecostal an baptist churches, flowers an funeral service Black suits an hearses, out here it's callous an merciless Ankle monitors, push coke (push coke), felonies, can't vote (can't vote) Crack c**aine dope (dope), reek house swivel coke (coke) How did it get here, we broke, we don't know no trains planes or boats (boats) They got me on d run wit ma honey drop, an I don't know where ma next meal is comin from Ma a**ets jus died they hung an burnt them alive (burnt them alive) Genetically scarred, rebellion all of ma life (all of ma life) Drinkin ma troubles away, tryna erase ma stress (erase ma stress) Coughin an chokin an smokin an beatin on ma chest (on ma chest) Readin d bible, askin ma idol to protect me from ma rival Plus ma brawd pregnant, mayne, she missed he menstrual cycle (her menstrual cycle) It's ugly out here, it's a eye for a eye an a tooth for a tooth (tooth for a tooth) It's grimey out here, they'll slide by an try to catch you loose (catch you loose) [Chorus] [Bridge:] The ghetto man a hustle, an a use him muscle Sooner or lata, som'n a go get shuffle Him don' miss, now him haffi tek up d heata yes Wheh shine an glisten, blam-blam-blam Yuh nuh hear it a whistle, dat soun scary No dibby-dibby d ghetto nuffi query Or else somebody gwah end up get bury An you know why [Chorus]

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