It's for the ghetto..

For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah)

It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)

It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah)

It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)



[LL Cool J]

Leanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block

Behind the Dolce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots

Frostbit and I'm turnin blue, that's why I'm so hot

Put the hustle down majorly and never get knocked

Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve

Rent the presidential suite out, snatch ya bird

My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky

In the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin by

Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it

Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?

Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece splitted

Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted

And my minks is fitted, lyrically I'm sid-dick

Honey frontin when you around, I always hit it

The boss is home, regulatin on chrome

Tell Russell it's line one, LL's on the phone



[Chorus]

Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)

(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!

(ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)

(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!



[LL Cool J]

Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what

Y'all need to do, when I come through, give it up

Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin

Chains might be gold, the joints always platinum

(And rims) always chrome (jeans) always pressed

(Loot) always right (cut) always fresh

(Gear) always dipped (honey) always bangin

(You hot?) Always, my niggy nuts always hangin

Hold it down, rocks by the pound

The new 2002 b-boy sound

Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game

You shoulda never tried, to SLIDE in my lane

Guaranteed-to-blow-the-block-up

When-I-ease-this milky white drop up

Wanna bang ya, that's all you need to know

50 deep in Summer Jam, I closed the show



[Chorus] w/ variations



[LL Cool J]

Nuts, y'all, baby - stay flowin!

Hit Big B, tell him bring the Mo' in (bring it in)

Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (all night baby)

Uncut raw, what we give 'em

Hell yes - bounce to the music! (bounce)

When the joint come on, everybody lose it

(This year) leave the bar, hit the floor

Represent, let these clowns know who you are

When it's bangin like this, why stop? (Why stop?)

Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?)

The flow of the century

Got your Belve splashin to the melody, what you tellin me?

This is fresh - 'til the day I die

Leavin momma with a tear in her eye

You was frontin for a minute, now what?

You snapped when the joint dropped



[Chorus] - repeat 2X



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