Ghetto Black Music

Lyrics

[Intro] Check it out Uh [Verse 1] Follow the leader, if you need assistance, call a preacher I forgot about your last hit, I got amnesia Deck of cards, deal a great hand that make you fold Just because it's yellow that don't make it solid gold Walk down my brick road, look at all this war I see Toto is cat food, I'm finger fuckin' Dorothy I want a black Porsche, I'm stuck with this bus pass Plus it's gonna expire if I don't get a buck fast Fuck a roll of quarters, fuck a Ramen noodle Fuck a real reporter, give a mama all these voodoo I got friends on the other side of town Where the hookers'll give you head and dead for a crack vial I don't listen to thеse rappers, they got wack stylеs When I Barack, shit, I'm on my Democrat sound Why you tannin', whitey? You wanna be black now? Political Aas' Watergatin' niggas, man down [Chorus] Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin' But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam' It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music [Verse 2] Uh, the pressure's on, I respond like I'm James Bond Feel for you, Chaka Khan, just remain calm If I ain't ether then my heat response is napalm Your reign at the stop ain't as insane as my brainstorm Narcotic cocaine blow like propane Ol' school Mortal Kombat, I'm Liu Kang Resistance is futile, bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne Bat signal in the air, time for new change Suit and tie guy, Wall Street Robin Hood Steal from the rich and get the poor people out the hood Niggas is pussy nowadays but I doubt it's good You don't hear me? Well, you motherfuckin' doubters should You walk and talk like a ball player on strike I live and breathe like a murderer, killer on sight Nothin' but burnt down stages and tall mics I may be a Bad Boy, but bitch, I'm all nice [Chorus] Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin' But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam' It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music [Verse 3] Uh, uh, I need them jolly green giants in my checkbook If skinny jeans is the trend, what's the next look? I did it all from Paris to Times Square And still I ain't got a dollar to buy me a nice pair Plus I want a video vixen with nice hair On my lap sayin', "Yeah, that's my spot, stay right there" Beer bottles on the stairs where we come in this Shed some tears, try to repair what we never fixed I'm tryna see wealth, fuck bein' forever rich I could buy forever for twenty billion and seven cents So are you ready for a brand new gospel? My Social Club ain't Muslim or Pentecostal And ain't a hip-hop cop that could lock Down my snub nose rock when this trigger paw ain't cocked Yeah, so say hello to the wolf Never in sheep's clothin', I'm bringin' you the truth [Chorus] Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin' But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam' It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music