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stand on business - ghetto baby boom lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, dnell)
hmm
ghetto
hmm
ghetto
they hate this sh*t

[verse]
first i said f*ck rap, then my n*ggas said, “you trippin'” (f*ck you on?)
you won’t do this sh*t, then how the f*ck we gon’ get out the trenches? (come on now)
n*ggas know for sure for sure, we spin blocks and stand on business (they know it)
let’s talk about them m’s, yop, let’s talk about the millions (you heard me?)
real street n*gga, they gon’ hate it bad when i get it (i’m tellin’ you)
got twenty thousand on my chain and that’s just for my pendant (yeah)
n*ggas thought this sh*t was over, huh? they thought that i was finished? (huh?)
grown*man business, this right here ain’t for no lil’ n*ggas
you ain’t got no stripes, you better go and hit the hood with us (you better do)
every n*gga with me certified and be on full, n*gga (i’m tellin’ you)
been the same since a ghetto baby, since a lil’ n*gga (you heard me?)
why you think they hate your baby now? ’cause they can’t run with him (what else?)
you ain’t never did no time? i don’t know, f*ck n*ggas (i don’t know ’bout it)
i don’t even want them n*ggas ’round me, they ain’t us, n*gga (i ain’t know ’bout it)
f*ck around and get your sh*t took for bein’ tough
bro shoot, i’m shootin’ too, n*gga, ain’t no one*on*one (don’t worry ’bout it)
certified tweakers, n*ggas know for sure don’t play with them (don’t worry ’bout it)
‘less them n*ggas laced or somethin’, pull up, hop out, facin’ somethin’ (yeah)
n*ggas talk that k!llin’ sh*t, i can’t wait to get up on ’em (i’m tellin’ you)
like i’m mad max, that sh*t gon’ make me laugh when i smoke ’em (hah)
it’s two sides to every story, tried to tell ’em it ain’t over (you hear me?)
it’s two sides to every story, tried to tell ’em it ain’t over (you hear me?)
like hide*and*seek, one, two, three, i’m always the n*gga lookin’ (yeah)
told n*ggas i’ma catch they ass, now watch me bump into ’em (stupid)
ghetto baby, b*tch, i been a vet since i was a student (since i was a lil’ n*gga)
why the f*ck that n*gga ride with guns? out here lookin’ stupid (lame*ass n*gga)
boy, i know the real you, for real, you ain’t finna use it (come on now)
every time i drop a song, they be like, “boy, you so approvin'” (yeah)
every time i hit the booth, i hit that b*tch and get to groovin’
would talk about the opps, but them n*ggas keep steady losin’ (them n*ggas dyin’)
smoke a n*gga right in front of his mama since he think he stupid (oh yeah?)
then go hit the yard, phone check like my n*gga tookie (lil’ n*gga)
[outro]
ghetto mode for life, n*gga
ghettoest n*gga in america
lil’ rappin’*ass n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
n*gga, you ain’t got your pole, you gotta go, n*gga
you ain’t tryna get no money, you gotta go, n*gga
real n*ggas only, c*mo, grown*man business
free them tweakers, free them robbers, n*gga
sh*t ain’t never over, n*gga
yop (worry ’bout it)
yop (don’t worry ’bout it)
(good lookin’, dnell)

- ghetto baby boom lyrics

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