Where straps are seen more than dads. Cause they clap at these boring actors. Cause everyone's big with hard weight. Now everyone thinks they're scarface. It gets fizzy when their plans evolve. And they end up in the can for coke. I hope you're 7-up (i-i-ina di ghetto). Where we wish for better luck (huh). But we still see black cats. We get cheese cause we're lab rats (woah). So then we reproduce. And we grind just to feed our yutes. Gettin' by's like squeezin' through. That's the cycle of me and you. We're designed to lose (i-i-ina di ghetto). Where the yutes get high off an 8th. Ride for their name. And love to die for their chain. Just cause he swore on his cross. That if he gets popped then the war's kickin' off. And we'll take it to them. Now that's what i call the chain of events. You break out the chain they're takin' your breath (i-i-ina di ghetto). Where there's no congestion charge. But to roll through my hood there's a section pass. I.e to travel these ends. There must be family friends. Or you're an outlaw. My hoodz a tight space it's hard to get out of. Get lost or found gone. Cause the kids wid da metal are (i-i-ina di ghetto). (huh) and i've come dis far. I'm in da ghetto like justinz yard. Matter of fact justinz heart. [chorus: badness]. Life is more than rough see you. You have to be bold and tough yoooo. You have to can hold it up? woaaa. Ina di ghetto ina di ghetto. (i-i-ina di ghetto). [ghetto:]. Uh i be up from the crack of dawn. I ain't aalyiah but i'm back & forth. It's cold but my jacket's warm. And even with the heat on my side. Some how i still manage to catch cold. My hats low. So my eyes ain't seen. Bandana on da neck. Cause i might bang a hammer on a threat. My nine ain't clean (i-i-ina di ghetto). My name speaks for itself. If i come to a fight. I'm a leave with a belt or chain. But i guarantee u won't leave with your health or name. Everyday i see more pain. I be tryna get doe four ways. In stacks so i could'ntbe broke for four days (i-i-ina di ghetto). And i scream greengate all day. Cause i'm a greengate gunhappy goon. And before 2007 ask anyone i never had one happy tune. Cause there ain't nothing nice round ere. Nuttin but rats n mice round ere. G-h i'm in an unhappy mood (i-i-ina di ghetto). Niggaz are wylin out. Cause there ain't nutin 2 smile about. Enemies be tellin me watch when they find me house. I be like mind your mouth. From now everyting on my mind is foul. Fuck a nine to five i'm like gimme a nine. A crack a 9 of brown n lemme provide the sound (i-i-ina di ghetto). [wretch 32:]. (huh) and i've come dis far. I'm in da ghetto like justinz yard. Matter of fact justinz heart. [chorus x2: badness]. Life is more than rough see you. You have to be bold and tough yoooo. You have to can hold it up? woaaa. Ina di ghetto ina di ghetto