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Kool G. Rap

Ghetto Knows

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Текст песни Kool G. Rap - Ghetto Knows

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Chorus: repeat 2XYo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go(G: And aiyyo, what you don`t know, believe the ghetto knows)[Kool G. Rap]New York, New York, the city that never sleepsBodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streetsShit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocksand holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get propsYou gotta split a top, on the regularor get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitorGunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonderAnother brother six feet underYou know it ain`t no jokin when the streetlights are brokenSo keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin `locStep out of line, I hope you got your nine gun sonThe Smith and Wess`, you better press 9-1-1 (word up)or make a run for it there`s too many to tackleThe Big Apple`ll put your ass on ice like a SnappleSo even though I rap I gots to stay strappedNiggaz act up I back up (PI-YAH)I bust a cap inside your fuckin hatDon`t even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chosejust might be down with the foes, only the shadow knowsAnd ain`t no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies dropThe younger gunmen got the bigger niggaz runninThe shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are cominto push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his backThe motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it`s like thatChorus[Kool G. Rap]Today`s headlines, another nigga deadSix to the body and fo` to the headFollowed the red bitch in the bed full of leadA drug-related case and now the place is filled with FedsRamshacked the shack, disclouse `bout two kilos of dopeTwo ounces of coke`s caught in the pocket of his coatSo, another brother caught the ultimate surprisewith blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyesDazed as I sit back and watch the channel two newsWatchin his family goin through all the boo-hoosYou lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeperNothin left in the room except for him, the Grim ReaperPolice are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddropsPull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshotsThe cops knew he fell victim to laws on the streetSo they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meatSeal off the area with yellow tape, draw the whitechalk around the body now the party has to motivateOne more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the greenDied at the age of seventeenChorus[Kool G. Rap]Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreetsI seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black JeepSix feet deep, that`s where I`m goin if I`m slippinSteady cockin my shit cause I already got the clip inNow who`s the first nigga to run up, here they come upthe block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they guns upI buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chestNigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to restBut now I got three mo` niggaz, pullin triggersStrays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga ziggaBut who got the biggest strap? Who`s bustin bigger caps?My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPSNo haps, G. Rap ain`t goin out like a suckerI reloaded the shot and dropped another motherfuckerQuick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets comin at meCause I won`t be too happy with a slug inside my nappyTwo more niggaz left, they scared to death, but I`m learyShit gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near meI went between two cars, lettin off the quarter poundI see another body fallin down to the groundQuick I run up on him cause I don`t think that he`s deadStandin over his ass I put two more inside his headThat`s three niggaz down, only got one nigga to goI gots to send his ass to the gravedigger soI lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip upNearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip upLook over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head outBoom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead outthe back of his head, now he`s dead, because he fell face downright on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelledChorus 2.5X

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