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Текст песни G. Dep - Child of the Ghetto

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* originally appeared on P. Diddy`s "The Saga Continues..."Yo, yeah, yoUhh, uhh, yeah, yoUhh, uhh, yeah, yoUhh, uhh, G. Dep![G. Dep]A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to meLivin the scripture the picture they painted for meRippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for meYo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)I guess you niggaz told me right and exactShak, shak, right in his backI might just crack while I`m writin this rapFrom even, a tire that snap, I`m light in the sackI tell you how I feel and that`s part of the dealI`m like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"It`s real, big Beans up for lettin me knowFifteen bet and you blow, better get doughWon`t be a second we won`t; they lettin me goSince pays wisen your ways, allow me to growAiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the sceneSeven-four-eight-oh, can`t recall in betweenWhole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the townPark jams dark shams niggaz breakin it downNiggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked AdidasDidn`t know the blocks were where the spots would lead usBut hey..[Chorus]A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to meLivin the scripture the picture they painted for meKnew what it wasn`t, it wasn`t the game or the greedRippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for meA child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to meLivin the scripture the picture they painted for meNiggaz is gamin they ain`t who they claimin to beNiggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY[G. Dep]I take you back to the scene of the stuntScene of that rhyme and you can think what you wantAnd if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from hereGot boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)Get us some gear to get us in hereWaited years to get a premier and did it from hereHarlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard himNiggaz in here, who get it in here, we are themTake you back to the 80`s aroundPolo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a poundNiggaz hit the rooftop, y`all was roofin the rocksOther niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the blockYou dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocksYou get it - we movin them blocks to move in them dropsSkiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exactWhen they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga[Chorus][G. Dep]Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was newEight-three I did me, eight-four I had grewEighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mixEighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whipsEighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flowNinety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was doughNine-three was the key, nine-four was sureNine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poorNine-seven did eleven now I`m made out the gateNine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..Shit, I thought I`d give housing a breakSit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo[Chorus] - 2X {*to fade*}

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