Ghetto Stories

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ruff Ryders) 1, 2, 1, 2 (Full Surface) Ghetto Stories (yeah yeah yeah) Swizz Beatz, makin' it happen (My nigga Dee) Listen what the fuck I gotta say (what's up) I'm not a rapper, dog I'm from the hood, I love the hood I rep the hood, lived in the hood Started on the grind, started with a nine Motherfucker, I had to earn mine A lot of niggas hating, a lot of niggas watching A lot of niggas plotting, a lot of hearts stopping Uh, belive that, I'm banging with the beats I'm banging in the streets, I'm banging with the heats S to the double, I to the double Z Niggas look at me, want no trouble B I'm just minding my business Making money, stacking chips just minding my business You can catch me in a 360L or [?] Blowing down to Pasadena The rubber will peel, your head will peel Your bitches will squeal, Listen dog, huh That's when these hoes dying Cause if I'm in court, (listen) guaranteed I'm lying Fuckers, I had to get my business right Had to get my money right, had to get my label right You can hate all you want - I'm here forever Swizz Beatz Part Whatever, I'm here forever (Bitch!) I'm the Monster get it all right Me and my niggas is dogs and we guaranteed to bite Inf gon' pop ya, Cross gon' pop ya Waah gon' pop ya, dogs gon' stop ya We working out the building I started the beats, coming up out of the building Nigga, 2E and the building 700 The Bronx Tenements, where I came up Ain't nothing funny playa For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa That's why I love the hood, respect the hood Support the hood, live in the hood This is Swizz talking, this is Swizz walking Motherfucking thug nigga up in New York and We love the hood, we run the hood We own the hood, Fuck what you sayin' dog You got a problem we gon' solve 'em You got beef we gon' dead that, you got lead we gon' pop that I got heat I'ma rock that Motherfucking radio stations I drop that I'm the one who had ten songs at one time on the countdown So get your mind right Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever Y'all niggas better get together, or whatever Uh, I got beats galore I got beats that'll blow off your project doors Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-Rs Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars Beats for deaf, beats for blind Beats that'll make a thug nigga want to cock his nine Y'all niggas ain't hard to find Y'all niggas ain't out your mind (fuckers) We love the hood, from the hood In the hood, Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good This is my ghetto story, this is my ghetto story This is my ghetto story, oh my God! Inf gon' pop ya, Waah gon' pop ya Cross gon' stop ya, dogs gon stop ya Listen, doing this here Y'all niggas know, this we doing this here BIATCH!