we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes shortnstraight action, you don't stop for a foolnmost use crime as a way to pay the billsnthe un-lucky ones end up gettin caughtnwe grew up in the ghetto where the growing gets roughnmoneys been around but its never been enoughnmost ain't givin no choice but to husslensome break down when the going gets toughndeep in the manners all kinds of different peoplenmines over east still struggle to be equalnso many characters, 4 main typesnthe good, the bad, the ugly, and the evilndeep in the manner where the povertys visiblenthere's not a lot sweet so most look misarablenmost cave in to the devil, took the wrong puffnson kick the face but still pray for a miraclensoccastars emerge from the curbnup n coming mcs struggle to be heardnboy.... the next jailbird ??n*censored*s talk murder and they live by there wordnshotters keep the money going roundnkids goin stray most never get foundniv noticed there a ghetto in every townnthe skies are empty because the stars are on the groundnn(chorus)nnwe grew up in the ghetto saw real life painnreal life struggle with real life strainnreal life kiddies with real life gunsnand real life mothers lose real life sonsngang wars are ruftin on the darf flur on the seeser ??nbeef after beef just to be the top geezernbig arms gas, the stratford recsnghetto high murders gotta maintain repsnwhat's it all about i ask myself before i swingnmore time I'm beefin over any little thingnbeefin any area,region or vincitynmy ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostilitynto my bredrons locked up, to my young baby mothersneach and every creed and colour, ghetto sisters and brothersnif you know your from the slums keep reppin no doubtnstay ghetto if you must just remember to get out