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ghetto testimony - ghetto baby boom lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
hmm
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
hmm
make ’em worry ’bout it then, ghetto

[chorus]
when you talk about the ghetto (come on), gotta speak of me (they know it)
you know me, i get money and rock sh*t to sleep (all that playin’, n*gga)
they say it’s up, then it’s up, we ain’t pickin’ beef (i ain’t playin’ with you)
i hope you certified like us, you know we different breed (i’m tellin’ you)
my heart beat the same forever, you can’t make me freeze (lil’ n*gga)
i’ll shoot this b*tch without lookin’, make a n*gga bleed
f*ck your b*tch, she say she hungry, i’m like, “b*tch, that’s fine with me”
all that playin’ around, you can take that sh*t down the street (i ain’t one of them)

[verse 1]
got the game from my mama and from my granddaddy (and from her daddy, b*tch)
you know me, i’m certified, yop, that’s ’cause i paid attention (stop playin’)
grew up early, jumpin’ out quick, yop, robbin’ n*ggas (get ’em)
oh, don’t worry, this my time to get ’em, lil’ n*gga trippin’ (man, stop playin’, sit down, n*gga)
let ’em make me mad, b*tch, you know i like to step on n*ggas (f*ck wrong with you?)
i ain’t goin’ for the softest one, i want the toughest n*gga (you right there, dumb*ass n*gga)
four*five gon’ hit his ass so fast, i ain’t gon’ tussle with him (tellin’ you)
leave him right there ‘fore his mama take him to the ‘spital (yeah)
dog say, “you a different breed,” i’m like, “they ain’t f*ckin’ with him” (come on)
you know when i shoot, my n*ggas shoot like we on call of duty (yeah)
told my n*gga key go grab some hoes, we finna make a movie (my baby)
‘nother opp just died, his people mad and i ain’t even do it
f*ck it, i might show up at the funeral, might just hit the viewing (you see me)
they like, “ghetto baby dumb as h*ll,” i know what i’m doin’ (tellin’ you)
have my n*gga waitin’ outside for me like this sh*t a movie (it is)
he know we play by the rules, n*gga lookin’ iffy, k!ll him
[interlude]
puta, yeah
don’t worry ’bout it
wbi, dwbi

[verse 2]
came back like i want revenge, sh*t, they thought that boy was dead (huh?)
i don’t know who the f*ck he think he is, n*gga different breed (you know)
tell that b*tch go pack her bags, she can spend the night with me (come on)
take that b*tch to brodie crib or take her to the doubletree (ghettoest n*gga in america)
real street n*gga, your favorite rapper ain’t got sh*t on me (can’t f*ck with me)
you can’t talk to me about a crib, i got one down in texas
ask my bank account sister, she’ll tell you i be spendin’ (yeah)
you a lil’ n*gga, you just be talkin’, i ain’t f*ckin’ with you (f*ck on, n*gga)
you ain’t even got no bond money, actin’ like you gettin’ it (f*ck you doin’, n*gga?)
might as well go be home tryna shoot so i can watch you n*ggas (lame as h*ll, n*gga)
hope you n*ggas take a fake perc’, i hope a roxy k!ll you (f*ck outta here)
all that thuggin’ on the ‘net and hidin’, we is not them n*ggas (where you at, n*gga?)
thug life for life, h*ll yeah, i feel like pac, my n*gga (i’m on the west with it, n*gga)
oh, you f*ckin’ with the other side? you gon’ get shot, my n*gga (i’m tellin’ you)
oh, you think this sh*t a movie? oh, you think you pee*wee, huh?
all that stutterin’, that sh*t ain’t workin’ when i see you out (you through)

[chorus]
when you talk about the ghetto, gotta speak of me (yeah)
you know me, i get money and rock sh*t to sleep (that n*gga dead)
they say it’s up, then it’s up, we ain’t pickin’ beef (don’t worry about it)
i hope you certified like us, you know we different breed (you better be ready, n*gga)
my heart beat the same forever, you can’t make me freeze
i’ll shoot this b*tch without lookin’, make a n*gga bleed (he through)
f*ck your b*tch, she say she hungry, i’m like, “b*tch, that’s fine with me”
all that playin’ around, you can take that sh*t down the street (f*ck on, b*tch)

- ghetto baby boom lyrics

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