Chorus
In this world I m gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaahmmmmmmm)
In this world I m gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaahmmmmmmm)

Verse 1
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta s got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta s gotgot in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol G s and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it s eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring cause now I m on some dumb shit
and I ain t with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacksdon t hold me back-I m backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don t need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I d rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don t know about ya ll but I m workin
and I don t know about you but I ain t hurtin

Chorus
In this world I m gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaahmmmmmmm)

Verse 2
My neighborhood ain t shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fairhealth care
shit the game ain t fair-alot of ya ll never come back to the (ghetto)
cause ya ll greedy ass fuck
niggaz don t take care of they kids they d rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D s post up it s goin down in the hood
it s understood that more paperbring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I m stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

Chorus
In this world I m gon pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaahmmmmmmm)

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