Lyrics

[Intro] You're listening to Thuh Pillage Volume 1, Theory Hazit, come on Yeah, that's right, we keeps it ghetto, yeah, like drinking Kool-Aid out of a pickle jar (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto if your throwback is fake And you keep calling your mix CD a mixtape (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto when you say that I'm hot And then you go buy the same equipment that I got (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto if you got a wack flow And you forced to sell Little John glasses at a show (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto if you're still trying to rap And everybody that you know lets you know that you wack (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto if you're tight with your cheese And you insist on getting a beat from me for free (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto when you put God in a box And you start a rumor like God can't use hip-hop (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto when you can't admit you proud And you think it's a racist spirit up in the underground (You know you're ghetto) You know you're ghetto when you know I don't own a gun And you see me in the 'burbs and you assume that's where I'm from And, by the way, you are biting (HIDDEN TRACK) A certified dirty south banger ??? couldn't spit it any stranger Music from the chamber, evil-doers in danger Kentucky Wildcats mount up with the Texas Ranger Let's go, you got beef, let's go Settle it in the ghetto, where there's plenty lost souls With Christ in my mouth, a microphone in my hand I pillage on the flesh like this is the illest it get Jump into the crossfire where you're sure to get wet Living water splashed like the hurricane on your set So don't talk about battle, cuz you scared of your own shadow If trouble came your way, you would get gone skedaddle That's how a coward travels, I'm the number one gun You looking down at the barrel, when I blast, I spread love Taking your pride for collateral, word to Fred B Theory Hazit show Dead Prez how to get free Let's go, you got beef, let's go You got, you got beef, let's go Let's go, you wanna steez, let's go Let's go get free, let's go Yeah, the battle crowd battle fanatic Theory Hazit, burning mics is a habit Yeah, the battle crowd battle fanatic Theory Hazit, burning mics is a habit