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[Intro: Sauce Walka] Oowee The backstreets jumpin' [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] Dice games on the concrete Birds in the sky but not the ones that go "tweet, tweet" Mrs. L is looking through the blinds, little peep peep If anybody touch her fence she calling the PP Little Tameka standing on the corner, she a street freak Ass fat but her teeth crooked and her feet stink Mr. Carmichael got the gas and the guns cheap Only thing is, he never asked her when the fun's cheap Little Tookie happy, he just finally bought a bronze Jeep He was just sleeping at the bus stop last week Funny how one robbery can change a man's peak Then you wonder why niggas catching eggs every week Dave got a job, but he tryna find a plan B He got two kids but his baby mama deadbeat She live on Section 8 but she at the club every week Popping handlebars cheap, drinking at the bar, sleep Then grandma ashamed because she gave her child the first drink And now this bitch your baby mama Got you stuck with all this drama But Dave done fucked around and hit the strip club and met Tawana She turned him to a pimp and he bought a Benz before the summer Dealy a d-boy, he be getting all the commas He fresh home from doing three so he locked in with all the runners He ain't know how paper work so he locked in with all the gunners Respect big in the hood when you silent and you doing numbers But Dealy best friend named Mikey, a jealous motherfucker And one day, when Dealy was working, he turned on his brother Doors kick open the trap while he was cutting butter This nigga Mikey snitched on his man, ain't this a motherfucker? [Bridge: Sauce Walka] Ghetto I was born in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto (Suwoo) I feel that shit right there twin In my mind [Verse 2: El Train] I remember running up and down Carriage Lane Mama praying, on the side, looking out the windowpane Mind fried, Mr. Payne came in, mind tied Contemplating the situation, trying to explain how he got fired Bills piling up, and they daughter's on the frontlines She always in the streets, trying to find a nigga to take a dime See, Keisha been a hoe, she been fuckin' since the age of 9 She ran into a pimp, all that pimp did was break her down My partner had a plug, the first thing he thought was take him down But when you in the mud, the only thing you think is dollar signs I miss my nigga [?] sometimes, thinking about my nigga dying But when you in the streets, it ain't no telling when it's time to file The first thing the pussy nigga did was fuck your baby mama The game be fucked up, your own partner won't even give your honor The first thing he do is go run to the judge and tell all on her Made me sit and ponder how niggas that chill be anacondas See, I was doing time at the time, and I sat and wondered How he had the whole AR and my nigga died That really had a nigga fried, damn, I was hot inside Damn, I was ready to ride You ran with a choppa on you? Niggas out here plotting on you? That scheming was in your blood, huh? You ain't wanna grind from the bottom, up out the mud, huh? That little bad bitch named karma, she got you drunk, huh? Running to the laws huh? Flubbering your jaws, huh? [Outro: El Train] In the ghetto *I was born in the ghetto* *I was born in the ghetto* *In my mind* *In my mind* *In my mind*