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letra de intro (2000 & life) - ghetts

[intro: ghetts]
i’m live in the booth
no lies, just truth
2000 & life, it’s proof
and yeah, i did time as a yout
but now my focus like snipers on a roof
on a roof like a sniper writing on the roof
lighting up a zoot
i was caged but now i’m a tiger on the loose
mind of a troop, knife in my boots
try me, i’m loose; likely i’ll shoot
let the slugs fly then fry in your kuff
and, by the way, 2000 & life
was worth every pound you could find
are you ready? i’m ready
i said are you ready? i was f-cking born ready
see, you with me, n-gga? c-ck that!
right now, this one’s a player g production, yeah? get in tune to 2000 & life, know what’s popping off. hold tight my n-gga kano. hold tight my n-gga demon. hold tight lightnin. n-ggas better know what’s going on, ya know. hold tight avalanche, yeah? it’s a f-cking wrap out here, yeah? f-cking wrap, yeah? i’ve heard your bullsh-t mixtapes. listen

[verse 1]
they don’t know about ghetto, i’m
hearing talk about ghetto, but they don’t know my background
i’ll never back down, smoke brown or back clowns
i guess i’m just too d-mn proud
i stack pounds, clap rounds, and act foul (like)
hands that’ll [?] in a man’s house (like)
mad frown, cap down in the back town
slap down that clown, i’ve got that clout (like, like)
yeah, that’s foul
two-four and it’s all careless now
run up on your parents’ house
take more than a fair share, then bounce
break laws, i don’t fear blair, swear down
break jaws and i scare brehs with accounts
face war with the rer-ter that i found
break wh0r-s with their ears pierced, then i’m out
then i’m out, then i’m out, and i roll with a mouthful of gold
out in the cold, yeah, i’m out for the dough
out and about, never out without dro
now i’m out of the pen, i be out for the hoes
i’m about with n-ggas that are down in my zone
robbing and shotting it, then we’re counting the pro’
everybody’s like ‘what were they listening to? what were they listening to?

[chorus]
g-h-e-double-t and o
my heart ain’t nuttin’ but freezing cold
i always walk with the heat on road
and all i really want is ps and hoes
g-h-e-double-t and o
my heart ain’t nuttin’ but freezing cold
i always walk with the heat on road
and all i really want is ps and hoes

[verse 2]
i’m g-h-e-double-t-o
behave or say the peace through your keyhole
three days, you’ll be in need of a chiro
he’s late? you’ll be the first in a deep hole
these days, i be with your niece getting deep throat
she states: “please me, i wanna be choked”
weekdays, we rave, brandy and sweet c0ke
i’m so ghetto, they banned me from heathrow
everyday, i’m angry, i need notes
starving, leave home without barfing
same clothes from last week, i’m not charming
dark skin with a dark grin and a dark grim
yeah, keep thinking i can’t swing
nope, i’m the king of the ras’ ring
lose inna nuttin’ but i think of the past, king
i’m moving quick, cutting and blasting
and i’ve got n-ggas running and asking
how come i leave home with a gun and a sharp thing?
i’m from a mean zone, ducking and chancing
with n-ggas that deal c0ke for money and fast things
from plaistow to the slums of barking
guns are barking, i’m done with talking

[verse 3]
ghetto ain’t just my name, it’s my frame of mind
i’ve been ghetto since eight or nine
running away from po’, running [?]
fifteen, i was like “mummy, i’m making dough”
but that’s in [?]
and for more than a couple of days, i hoped
that i’d be back in the gutter and taking phones
back with the nutters, i’m breaking bones
recognised i’m naughty by nature
ghettofied, who you calling a faker?
selling white to be balling, it ain’t fun
getting high in the morning, i blaze punk
[?]
telling guys that are talking of [?]
[?]
pedal bikes that will walk and the heat buss
or fights in the morning, hear the 8 bus
every time i come around, i create fuss
i used to stay up to make bucks
but now i make dubs that make bucks
and n-ggas are cross
like my huaraches are laced up, so
you was in the army for eight months?
that don’t make you a soldier
in your headback, i’ll put two and it’s over

- ghetts

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