Victim Of The Ghetto Lyrics

You know, Tone

It really ain't that bad

Once you understand

The science of this shit

College Boyz coming to you

For the year 2000

Covering all sectors

Of the universe

Creep through the hood

With my drop top

Gangstas on the sidelines

Throwing up nothing

But a peace sign

Brothers on the curb

With the herb

Levis, knee high

O.G's clock as I creep by

Crib to crib

Rolls up to kid's girls I dig

They all know me

So the ghetto stays cozy

Team to team

Sport a couple of trophys

One for the dope

And the other for the homie

The ghetto's a real

Fool place to be fucked up

Sundown to sunup

But that's the way we come up

You talk with the street slang

You ball and you gang bang

That's where the family hangs

So it ain't no thang

[CHORUS]

It doesn't seem like

I'll be going nowhere

I'm just a victim of the ghetto

It doesn't seem like I'll be

Getting too far, too far

[Repeat CHORUS]

Yeah, it's like a family affair

If you get through

Plenty of?

Say, what's up

Keep your mouth shut, yup

High rollers know me

But they don't own me

(Fuck you)

5-0 might roll through quite slow

Keep the forty in the bag

And throw away the Zig Zag

Waiting for five or six to come

Down goes the sun
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So we can run a game of 21

Call me anything

From a hoodlum to a thug

You can push and you can shove

And I still won't budge

[Repeat CHORUS 2x]

I'm just a victim of the ghetto

Won't be getting too far, too far

I'm just a victim of the ghetto

Too far, too far, no

Movie stars, yuppies

Macs and politicians

Roll through to get

A nickel or a ten

They know me, I know them

But then again I can't extend

More than I need to

Cause suddenly, they read me

And lead you astray

And transactions completed

Your presence in my ghetto

Ain't needed, so beat it

Born and raised on

The same damn concrete

And I'll be put to sleep

In these streets

I step into a different world

For college education

Keep my safe ways

Pay days stays in effect

I just can't let go

I want my respect so

I gotta return to the

Nation of my ghetto

[Repeat CHORUS]

I'm just a victim of the ghetto

Too far, to far

So know you now

College Boyz sending out a fistful

To the Baytown Posse

Concrete Evidence, the CB Posse

My main man, TJ

Omega sci-fi, overdose

Suicide, homicide

DOA and genocide

And to the law

Keep your ass on the

Other side of the tracks

This is The Q signing out

On radio fusion radio

(Victim of the ghetto)

Checkmate

[Repeat CHORUS to fade]