Ghetto Lyrics

Ace Hood - Ghetto Lyrics

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Ghetto Lyrics

Dre Chorus:
Leave my heart to the ghetto, rubberbands stuffed all in up, o yeahhh, o yeahh.
Get money (get money), dats the motto, hustle allday then we do the shit tommorrow, i'm in the ghetto (ghetto), i'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, live for today you might never see tommorow, i'm in the ghetto (ghetto), i'm in the ghetto (ghetto),
Ace Hood Verse 1:
See i went straight to the pros who done done it like me, breakup the flow now they holla "he a beast", from the city where theres killas & dealas & street beef, and them crackas on the corner every avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see i do it for my family and hustled by the way, now i'm back up on the block ya see i'm cooler than them othas, certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club, when i step out on the scene all dem hoes be showin love, they know that i'm the dude that be ringin thru the block, ace, ace, ace, ace, yeah fool heard it rite, i done been down to the bottom now i'm bound to see the top, my hood.
Dre Chorus x2:
Dre Hook:
You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me.
Ace Hood Verse 2:
I gotem, a couple triple beams, about an ounce of bakin soda, i got dat revenue dats hittin colda than sammie sosa, (incomprehensible)
ya see growin up i seen alotta things i wern't supposed, so growin up i lost alotta people that were closa, dats why i stay up on my grind and only roll wit soldiers, i hit the block and serve em everything away from soda, don't fuck wit out the soda, sellin coke wit out the cola, my clientel is strictly rock you can tell it by the odor, i keep that nino wit the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks i suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead so i suggest and dopa.
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Dre Hook:
Ace Hood Verse 3:
Yeah i wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, i'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pills,
daddy on the porch wit no remorse he sittin still, this be the city that never pity they would rather kill, i wipe my eyes and check my clientel who by yaself, i grab the pots and bakin soda yeah dat odor smell, dis be the hood i got connections like a phone cable, so watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatal, cause crakas searchin for dat person tho i'm undertable, can't find no witness, fuck dem snitches, dat get snitches popped, another day just talkin on the block, with a million on my glock, and a half off in my sock.
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