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joe budden - ghetto america lyrics

[intro]
turn [?] a little bit c4 (come on)

[verse]
no, i ain’t the type to be toyed with, play with
or played like, “nah, not at all my man”
[?] me and all my fam
with them m16’s [?]
and if it’s against me, abort that plan, it’s like
just when you thought he wasn’t lookin’, i saw that man
turn into jigsaw, i might saw that man
then somebody might snitch like, “i saw that man”
turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
fans [?] hampton and [?]
[?] never ran out of cowards
keep a gun by me, i learnt that from cam up in [?]
“fam, you want grams and that powder?”
some dirty dudes with me like they ain’t big fans of the shower
me? i let the mouths of [?]
and hire your house out like i’m angela [?]

[chorus]
ghetto america, lend me your ear
got some things that i need you to hear
and it go like: money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
those the only things us ghetto n-gg-s about
now jersey (come on) queens n-gg-s (come on)
brooklyn ([?]) harlem (come on)
ladies get naked, n-gg-s can get [?]
know i’ma be ghetto till i die, tell ’em why

[verse 2]
[?] g’s up (g’s up), hoes down (hoes down)
if the b-tch can’t swim she gon’ drown (yeah)
and if the broads singin’ ’round these parts of town
she know it’s about to go… nah
chill, hold the f-ck up, wait a minute
i spit like i’m starving, ain’t ate for a minute
jump low, man, like robert [?] for a minute ([?])
might take your coat, you could stay for a minute ([?])
a few pretty broads wan’ f-ck me for my [?]
so my b-tch now bodybagged, ugly [?]
uh-huh, thick hips, low self-esteem
with big lips, she’s real good at lining up business
yeah, f-ck n-gg-s, n-body’s a friend of [?]
(nah) i can’t call it, been like that since kindergar’
[?] learnt somethin’, giving out seminars
been a star, plus dude rock like pat benatar
you won’t n-gg-s spittin’ like him
coughin’ up, spittin’ that phlegm
like somebody’s president is sippin’ that gin
what i gotta do? line n-gg-s up and just rip ’em like [?]
there’s some other f-gs tryna play me
i thought musiq soulchild was the only n-gg- half crazy
but i guess not, joey, no guest spots
and now that all that out the way, let’s rock
come on

[chorus (extended)]
ghetto america, lend me your ear
got some things that i need you to hear
and it go like: money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
those the only things us ghetto n-gg-s about
now jersey (come on) queens n-gg-s (come on)
brooklyn ([?]) harlem (come on)
ladies get naked, n-gg-s can get [?]
know i’ma be ghetto till i die, tell ’em why
ghetto america, lend me your ear
got some things that i need you to hear
and it go like: money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
those the only things us ghetto n-gg-s about
now jersey (come on) queens n-gg-s (come on)
brooklyn ([?]) harlem (come on)
ladies get naked, n-gg-s can get [?]
know i’ma be ghetto till i die, tell ’em why

[outro (sampled)]
say turn it up, “turn it up”
say turn it up, “turn it up”

- joe budden lyrics

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