[Chorus: King Just] A ghetto tale, sometimes it might seem real And if you from the ghetto, then you and I know the deal And if it's real, then it's real And bust a shot in the air, whip your hand like a steel In the ghetto... nobody smiling Nobody, nobody, nobody smiling In the ghetto... nobody smiling Nobody, nobody, nobody smiling
[King Just] I don't know where to start my man, dig with dollar van Pam Is he nasty, do it in the cab if she can And she got a man, Beggar Bob Billy, but he broke So he started bubbling for money, making Mike, who move coke How I know, Jabber Jaw Jenny told me Plus she got the low key, for telling tat to Tony Wino Willie Walker, that New Yorker, slang talker I will reminisce when his money was like orchard Money let the one fifty one put him on his face Two busy trynna taste, staircase grace Nosey making Nancy, don't wear no panties And I don't give a fuck if Ron and Candy can't stand me Henny Handsome, old MC's for ransom And I drop shit, that have your grandson dancing I ain't branching and tripping, I ain't snitching like Nixon Yo Just you gotta do it like -- I ain't ask for your opinion My dominion is my domain, to ever live out the name For those that were burnt in the flames Old Eddie Kane, I ride the night train, with some hype frames Talk about he might change In an 8 point sip range, why you still fucking Silly Sandra Shit stain, ain't shit changed I remain in this game, the eternal flame The everlast, to live out the name
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[King Just] Old Mother Hubbard, who stash bricks in the cuppard Kept it on the low from Little Missy Muffet Who kept on puffing, on God day Along came a spider, that turned her ass gay See drunk Jack and Jill, still live in Park Hill And Jill's knocked up, cuz she ain't take the pill Little Bo Peep, got all the beef locked last week Cuz she charged two g's in groceries Jimmy Crack Corn'er, like he don't care Like the Three Blind Mice don't stare Ya'll niggas better beware, cows jumping over moons Bumpy Barnaby, I came with the prunes Tom Tom Thumb, don't run these slums Mother Goose loose, she still repping W-Drums Little Riding Hood back in the hood, looking good But trust me, dog, she ain't up to no good Boy Blue blew trial, hear the whole shit was foul He want to see his little child, so he kidnap the child Running wild was them Four Pigs, clown and ghost here Carrot Top and Elvis, that's how it is when you live in the ghetto Either you hold the fuck on, or you let go, let go
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chorus: King Just] A ghetto tale, sometimes it might seem real And if you from the ghetto, then you and I know the deal And if it's real, then it's real And bust a shot in the air, whip your hand like a steel In the ghetto... nobody smiling Nobody, nobody, nobody smiling In the ghetto... nobody smiling Nobody, nobody, nobody smiling
[King Just] I don't know where to start my man, dig with dollar van Pam Is he nasty, do it in the cab if she can And she got a man, Beggar Bob Billy, but he broke So he started bubbling for money, making Mike, who move coke How I know, Jabber Jaw Jenny told me Plus she got the low key, for telling tat to Tony Wino Willie Walker, that New Yorker, slang talker I will reminisce when his money was like orchard Money let the one fifty one put him on his face Two busy trynna taste, staircase grace Nosey making Nancy, don't wear no panties And I don't give a fuck if Ron and Candy can't stand me Henny Handsome, old MC's for ransom And I drop shit, that have your grandson dancing I ain't branching and tripping, I ain't snitching like Nixon Yo Just you gotta do it like -- I ain't ask for your opinion My dominion is my domain, to ever live out the name For those that were burnt in the flames Old Eddie Kane, I ride the night train, with some hype frames Talk about he might change In an 8 point sip range, why you still fucking Silly Sandra Shit stain, ain't shit changed I remain in this game, the eternal flame The everlast, to live out the name
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[King Just] Old Mother Hubbard, who stash bricks in the cuppard Kept it on the low from Little Missy Muffet Who kept on puffing, on God day Along came a spider, that turned her ass gay See drunk Jack and Jill, still live in Park Hill And Jill's knocked up, cuz she ain't take the pill Little Bo Peep, got all the beef locked last week Cuz she charged two g's in groceries Jimmy Crack Corn'er, like he don't care Like the Three Blind Mice don't stare Ya'll niggas better beware, cows jumping over moons Bumpy Barnaby, I came with the prunes Tom Tom Thumb, don't run these slums Mother Goose loose, she still repping W-Drums Little Riding Hood back in the hood, looking good But trust me, dog, she ain't up to no good Boy Blue blew trial, hear the whole shit was foul He want to see his little child, so he kidnap the child Running wild was them Four Pigs, clown and ghost here Carrot Top and Elvis, that's how it is when you live in the ghetto Either you hold the fuck on, or you let go, let go
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