Horace Andy – Child Of The Ghetto lyrics

originally* appeared on P Diddy's. "The Saga Continues "...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 }*