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letra de ghetto testimony - ghetto baby boom

[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

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