Ghetto Everywhere

Lyrics

[Chorus : Poppa Chop] Man these streets are cold Fairway, empty row Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go Please don't sleep and think you're safe here 'Cause niggas out here don't play fair There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go [Verse 1 : Geechi Gotti] Streets cold, cops don't even yell freeze Bullеts big enough to make the [?] bleed Hе was only fourteen when he went to jail Got out at sixteen [?] Went back at eighteen and he caught a head Because the nigga on the mission would've choose to tell The streets colder than the holding cell Headshot he was dead way before he fell Statistics say, hey, that we gonna fail If we ain't dead or on drugs then we go to jail They got us trapped tryna find a way In the ghetto where a death is a holiday He got killed right where his mama stay Right in front of his kids on father's day Man, they ain't playing fair And that goes for them ghettos, niggas, everywhere [Chorus : Poppa Chop] Man these streets are cold Fairway, empty row Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go Please don't sleep and think you're safe here 'Cause niggas out here don't play fair There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go [Verse 2 : Geechi Gotti] It's a cold world so we keep it heated Can't make more follow' gotta kill the leader I'm just tryna stay up out of harm's way That's hard for a ghetto boy, ask [?] I grew up watching Scarface The first time I seen coca Stepped on my porch I seen smokers Oh, this what the hood did I came a man in my city, raised a good kid I guess you gotta ask Kendrick And the second clips gotta be extended And every city got a ghetto 'Pac said it might be one in heaven too Or even here I don't know which one you handed it to You gotta keep a strap so you don't make it hurt Streets got these young niggas looking over thirty Like what's a gun case to a homicide Seen his brother killed by his mama side Type of shit that leave a average nigga traumatized He just loaded up a strap to make you stop the cry [Chorus : Poppa Chop] Man these streets are cold Fairway, empty row Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go Please don't sleep and think you're safe here 'Cause niggas out here don't play fair There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go There's a ghetto everywhere you go