precensored before release on the reissue [Ike Man] They got me runnin through my ghetto Ghetto... Hook Singer Ike Man in background Children Of the ghetto They got me runnin through my ghetto Hold on [South Park Mexican] Verse 1 They got me Runnin through my ghetto, in a cold sweat I just cant look back, sticks got your boy wet Checkin alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou Why those five Os, kickin down my doors Run up in a smoke house, its dark as what But I spot em in the corners, when they lighters struck Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire Im like a child of the Lord, with a poisonous desire Die a G, tryin to make Change, when I approach em Even though I got a great Range, I wont smoke em Reminiscin on the happy times, we spent together Junior high, goin half on dimes, and like a feather We was floatin in the wind, fool, steady laughin Til the day somebody killed you, and got me askin Repeat Hook Twice Verse 2 They tryin to silence the violence, and minus the menace But Im in this, to win this, tryin to break a Guinness Business as usual, its unpredictable Critical changes deranges the typical I terrorize, paralyze your intentions Questions answered on the day of my redemptions The lynchin, SmifNWessons Lessons to be taught On the block of rock, I mention Critical dimensions Yes, I rest with my heina In the shiny sun Got the blunt, Im tryin to find me one Life dream, thirteen be me number On tha right team, sur east as a youngster Live a Grole, actin a hero, get ya below Ill be facin Ito, but you got your life repo Repeat Hook Twice Verse 3 I got incredible Criminals in my subliminal, minimal Actions and tactics, cant stop my cynical Passion Im blastin, trashin the evidence Ever since birth, Im ripped out of innocence Isnt this beautiful, the undisputible G fits me suitable, wont hesitate to shoot a fool Up in advance, catch a blast, can you dance Like a trick, shakin ass, in the back of ambulance In a trance of confusion, havin illusions Of mental institutions, bein my solution Whos in my nutty head, wantin everybody dead Red rum feel the lead come through your bunk bed Then mom said I could reach the sky if I try So why, does she cry, when Im high, tryin to fly My soul is a lost one, Im sleepwalkin With a mother[fuckin] shotgun, I gotta pop one Repeat Hook Til Fade
ghetto, tryin, ike, runnin, repeat