Money in The Ghetto

<br>Verse one:<br><br><br><br>In the ghetto<br><br>You think life is hard<br><br>Food stamps and to up cars<br><br>Wall to wall dirty on carpet<br><br>Sit in a buckethopin you can start it<br><br>And ride around to the liquor store<br><br>Cant get a job get drunk some more<br><br>You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes<br><br>Cause in the ghetto theres a good life<br><br>We aint starvin like marvin and wont see no roach<br><br>When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood<br><br>Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens<br><br>Bought by the dope fiends<br><br>Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs<br><br>Save money and workin hard<br><br>Bought a house for his wife and kids<br><br>Ya only got one life to live<br><br>I know a brother dat got some cocaine<br><br>Ya know his face but dont know his name<br><br>Ya know he got the sack man<br><br>And hes sittin on a phat bank<br><br>Sellin cars at his house in the driveway<br><br>Being so clean dont roll it just fly away<br><br>Cause folks got money in the ghetto<br><br>Yea you know<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br><br><br>Hey hey hey<br><br>What cha got to say<br><br>(its money in the ghetto)<br><br>Hollywoooooood<br><br>Havin money in the ghettooo<br><br><br><br>Verse two:<br><br><br><br>Money in the ghetto aint nothin new<br><br>Its been like dat way before you<br><br>Was even born get up from the down stroke<br><br>Chocolate city for the black folks<br><br>Say it loud in ya hot pants<br><br>Man child in the promise land<br><br>I take ya back to icebergs land<br><br>And all the playas that came before him<br><br><br><br>If you a everyday hustler, get cha money<br><br>Cause what they do to black man aint funny<br><br>All the time tryin to put us the pen<br><br>You get parole and then they send ya again<br><br>All the homies in the hood gettin paid<br><br>You might have left but the money stayed<br><br>In the ghetto it aint all bout drugs<br><br>Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff<br><br>Only rule on the street is dont get caught<br><br>Unless ya hustle aint breakin the law<br><br>And even though rich folks got it good<br><br>Were sittin on it phat in the hood<br><br>Im ridin dem gold ones<br><br>Smokin dank and its potent<br><br>Ask dem fools cause they know<br><br>Its money in the ghetto<br><br><br><br>-chorus-<br><br><br><br>Verse three:<br><br><br><br>I got money baby just tell me the price<br><br>Cause short dawg aint nuttin nice<br><br>I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin<br><br>Spend fo get an ounce a dank then<br><br>Rich nigga get high relaxin<br><br>And if I bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons<br><br>Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill<br><br>You know the math lets make deal<br><br>On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front<br><br>Ya find the face of george washington<br><br>Make money baby dats all I do<br><br>Dats how I know thomas jefferson is on the two<br><br>Abraham lincoln got shot and died<br><br>Freed the slaves so they put him on the five<br><br>And how much in my old time friend<br><br>They put his face on the front of the ten<br><br>They are the dead presidents<br><br>From the hood and they represent<br><br>The american dream for the average monority<br><br>Make some money get some weed and a forty<br><br>Im on the east side livin like a king<br><br>Kick back watch a fifty inch screens<br><br>Bounce to the west and hit studio<br><br>And spend my money in the ghetto<br><br><br><br>-chorus-