ghetto buisness Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business Yo, drinks and weed son Never seeds son I got what you need son Its all ghetto
a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto
handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We
Busy B battles when it was peace Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought Niggaz was raised off the shit I record Like I was
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
Selassie I done know Chorus B Say ah mockeries and phrase,Babylon applauding for giving such an evilous world Follies and craze,ghetto
keep b?tches in the house all day I keep em on the track Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black Hit em twelve-inch stilettos Tappin through the ghetto I
now, I like flowers I love watchin' birds in the park I love takin' long walks in the park I just love you I love watchin' yo kids I love, I just love
Its ghetto buisness Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business Yo, drinks and weed son Never seeds son I got what you need son Its all ghetto
Busy B battles when it was peace Caught myself driftin' in thought 'cause now it's different I thought Niggaz was raised off the shit I record Like I
duckin' out, like I work for repo' Fo'-fo' Italian chrome, bitches yellin', "Champagne" I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe Just 'cause I can flow, I
came no light for your candle So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade
results from an optometrist G shit, that we dreeze, ah! I'm in that L... B... C... G And we's, domes like two head soldiers I'm ghetto enough to go platinum
