Malik Yusef - Ghetto B.I. Lyrics
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Ghetto B.I.
Ghetto B.I. Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Ghetto B.I. By Malik Yusef?
Yeah ha... we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d ???? Sniff a whole key My coke deep Be my conscious tellin' me it don't make sense Then guard his nonsense A niggas best defense is his offense So yo I watch po po And duck a dodo Birdies in them gogo's Trying to steal my mojo Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro Who go for dolo For sure though A season veteran holy a (dobo???) Come on now Judge Judy You're televised through our vision While I black you get imprisoned When my eyes see through your eyes Your hypnotized Subconsciously you change the station to channel live That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die 'Cause if it is me and my nine's The first to ride For my niggas Live by the fire die by the flame Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same As his dough-diggy dog that Who put his feelings on a pamphlet A pen unleash the dragon again uh I'm on ya like hot grease on a skillet Gorillas on real t.v. because they feel us I'm livin' like a hundred in a Jeep stolen Wools in sheeps clothng All beef frozen Bust like cheap trojans Nautrally rollin' blunts and weed smokin' We keep chokin' Bitches on they knees open I spit like a automatic semi barking part And if you hear me starin' blame the Remmy Martin So liquor shots ghetto people Dutches and see-lo's duckin' the repo For fuckin' them lady see-o's Rhymes blind devine (evol??) Smoked out in the Cadillac Regal With a mommy on my beecho There's eight million stories Only six million ways to die There's two million niggas getting away with crime There's two million more whack niggas tryin' to rhyme Now there's four million niggas tryin to eat at one time It keeps the thugs gunnin' in the blood runnin' And the judge frontin' Enough to make nigga touch something [Chorus] Niggas fuckin with that strick-nine The models get mine So we gonna be big time Its ghetto business Niggas jack cars and rap stars Rockin' the cash bars Bitches dancin' naked on their lap Its ghetto business Niggas hold guns Hot ones steakin' the biscut Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business Yo, drinks and weed son Never seeds son I got what you need son Its all ghetto business Yo this is for the senile Walking on the green mile My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone wild Shit is after ten bitch where's your child With a nine in his pocket lockin' it down like penile I did the knowledge to born Your style straight corn I woke up in the morning Heard your shit and just yawned You fuckin' up my high No lie You can die ?????????????? Before I break you up like god Yo its the herb slinger New style bringer Rap is for my war plan Fat like Corporal Clinger We still bring the hardcore with r&b singers While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer Yo rally hot boys feel so sick And I won't stop 'til I'm so so rich While why'all niggas spit I (Whooo) blow hits Don't waste time And I don't waste rhymes Few minutes, shit Track done like swiss If you ain't hot come like this Real niggas hold a gun like this Pop something, one in your leg Make your ass run like this Now picture that Defeat rhymes never that Son son you brave You ain't a man cause you got a little something to shade I've been a thug since the sixth grade Rockin' a fade Young Boomy Look what the ghetto done to me Made you bolder now Heart colder now Brick soldier now Gun holder now Nigga snatch my chain, catch him hold him down Hit him with the hot slugs like over now I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for I live one-thirty-eight basement door City up north you can't escape the raw Find me where channel live be at (What is this) Ghetto Business You ain't fin to blow up shit You're merely a bomb threat How the f*ck you gonna move a crowd You ain't moved out from your moms yet I'm a vet, better yet a vet-er-an The words Smith and Wessun Like Megatron Understand I'm past hip-hop I should be put into tiny ziplocks Distributed by those who flip rocks Leak use after word Smith be So dope you better sniff me And learn to keep me out ya mouth Get me I'm goin''to Armaghetto swiftly My whole click be sickly So we don't sleep we spit in bed Those that's trying to get hit in the head F*ck around and get hit in the head Everything I write is either a death sentence or a blood line For those who love nines We don't stand in club lines We V.I.P Thugs love to hear me spit that If you ain't down with ghetto business There's the exit punk, hit that! |
Who Wrote Ghetto B.I. By Malik Yusef?
Hakim Green, Michael Flowers, Vincent Morgan
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What's The Duration Of The Ghetto B.I. By Malik Yusef?The duration of Ghetto B.I. is 4:20 minutes and seconds. |
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