Verse One:



In the ghetto

You think life is hard

Food stamps and to' up cars

Wall to wall dirty on carpet

Sit in a buckethopin you can start it

And ride around to the liquor store

Can't get a job get drunk some more

You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes

Cause in the ghetto there's a good life

We ain't starvin like Marvin and won't see no roach

When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood

Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens

Bought by the dope fiends

Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs

Save money and workin hard

Bought a house for his wife and kids

Ya only got one life to live

I know a brother dat got some cocaine

Ya know his face but don't know his name

Ya know he got the sack man

And he's sittin on a phat bank

Sellin cars at his house in the driveway

Being so clean don't roll it just fly away

Cause folks got money in the ghetto

Yea you know



Chorus:



Hey hey hey

What cha got to say

(It's money in the ghetto)

Hollywoooooood

Havin money in the ghettooo



Verse Two:



Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new

It's been like dat way before you

Was even born get up from the down stroke

Chocolate City for the black folks

Say it loud in ya hot pants

Man child in the promise land

I take ya back to iceberg's land

And all the playas that came before him



If you a everyday hustler, get cha money

Cause what they do to black man ain't funny

All the time tryin to put us the pen

You get parole and then they send ya again

All the homies in the hood gettin paid

You might have left but the money stayed

In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs

Gettin