Yo, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!



[G. Dep]

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me

Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)



I guess you niggaz told me right and exact

Shak, shak, right in his back

I might just crack while I'm writin this rap

From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack

I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal

I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"

It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know

Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough

Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go

Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow

Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene

Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between

Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town

Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down

Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas

Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us

But hey..



[Chorus]

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be

Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY



[G. Dep]

I take you back to the scene of the stunt

Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want

And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here

Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)

Get us some gear to get us in here

Waited years to get a premier and did it from here

Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him

Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them

Take you back to the 80's around

Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound

Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks

Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block

You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks

You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops

Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact

When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga



[Chorus]



[G. Dep]

Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new

Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew

Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix

Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips

Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow

Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough

Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure

Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor

Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate

Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..

Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break

Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo



[Chorus - 2X (to fade)]