The Ghetto

Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby

I love you, stay with me, please, baby

Someone's coming, please, please

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto

The, the, the, the

It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia

Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria

Every part of the whole world, there's an area

That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle

The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent

No different from Flint, Michigan

Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them

It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula

Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to

Inner cities the rich won't move to

The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard

The opposite of how these concentration camps are

Low-income housing, it dwells murderers

But children don't qualify for health services

The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations

Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto

The, the, the, the

Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker

They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?

Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas

War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures

They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters

Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster

Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich

Others just watch us niggas drive up the block

We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood

They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?

It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L

Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat

Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed

What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets

So before we look outside, we gotta look within

Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto

The, the, the, the

I'm from the project buildings, high stories

My stories from valence to glory

Dog-eat-dog world, gory

In the gutter, brother despise brother

Throwing threats at each other

Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters

Alcoholics, narcotics, organized

Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive

They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves

On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs

Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers

Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up

Rubber bands on they Grams, what?

Playing cards and they bored

Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword

Block parties, fools stamp debit cards

Your hood ain't no different from ours

We share the same dreams, same money

Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars

The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto

The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)

The world's a ghetto

Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes

Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes

Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu

He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?

Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two

I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables

Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes

Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible

That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical

You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables

Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to

Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU

Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga

Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas

If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet

And all this "King of L.A." shit, you niggas need to stop it

(The ghetto)

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

Oh, the whole world is a ghetto

The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto

The, the, the, the

Uh, it's a ghetto

Uh, it's a ghetto

It's a ghetto

(You gonna take that top note or what, man?

We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right

This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging

He's gonna come here drunk off that shit

Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga

Hey, one, two, three, four)

It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto

It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto

One more time

It's a ghetto, yeah

It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto

Hey, it's a ghetto

(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good

But we need to work on this other one, now

Let's get it tight

Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh

Let's make this shit happen man, come on)

One, two, three, four

Oh, oh, oh, took your love away

I wanna know