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prof - horses in the ghetto lyrics

[chorus]
they came on a horseback, to the ghetto

[verse 1: prof]
h-llo little boy, take this canteen
double barreled shotgun, ever c-cked one, shot one
tried to stay alive till the cops come?
young p’ll take the city by force
got impeccable aim while i’m riding on a horse
my gear
the whole sh-t’s coated with explosives, the post-it’s set to blow off your noses
36 dynamite sticks ‘round me kinda like ribs, i’ma light this b-tch
i am your city’s new don
whether or not you got ya shoes on or your roof’s gone let’s move on
i bet your sick of all that lame sh-t
that’s why i came to murder everybody that they came with
pyong, shoot, bang bang

[chorus]

[verse 2: st. paul slim]
let’s do it
i’m a musical g*nius
my turn now, everybody is feindish
and you can tell i’m dope, look at the fiends
and the way i make ‘em act like heathens be screamin’
fly misses all over the p-n-s
one zero’s on that american dream sh-t
my game’s seamless, and i’m seasoned
i got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it
west to east coast
at the crib, shorty gave me barry white head
you know, “deep throat,”
and you know the flow, colder than a cheap coat
dead minnesota when i’m walkin’ three feet of snow
i came through on a horse in a duster
sawed off shotgun, lookin’ for you busters

[chorus]

[verse 3: prof]
my style thus far is up charged, up like a bus card
why you think i cuss hard?
young p is at sea, an athlete
mc test me, you wind up in the tenth seat
back row of the astro cats, is del castro cast rated capped from the whack flow
-ssh0l-, b-tches
i’m riding on your horse, through your town for the christmas
ok, i’m oj, don quixote
jose, caught shop lifting many rolaids
i’m from a different land where i am the man
hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand
’cause young prof is a first born kid, right?

[chorus]

[verse 4: st. paul slim]
howdy, my magnums c-m laud-y
pull this b-tch out and watch y’all be audi
5000 and then i upgrade
party time, oops i just spilled some nutmeg
on your girls blouse, i’m in your girls house
chris brown beat it till i sweat her d-mn curl out. (ella)
and then i swirl out, i got sh-t to do
like ben affleck i’m not that into you
i’m a rolling stone, with a mobile phone
i ride horses, and you’ll never find my fortress
take me out where the chorus is

[chorus]

[outro dialogue]
[st. paul slim]
yeah, b-tches
[prof]
i think i like this town slim
[st. paul slim]
yeah, we should set up shop
[prof]
they even got the dapper dan i like
[st. paul slim]
they got till high noon to get the f-ck outta town, or it’s goin’ down!
we don’t need no more wack sh-t
[prof]
i seen a damsel in distress over there, you know what i’m sayin’ with a nice dress and i might talk to her
[st. paul slim]
mosey on over here and see what’s crackin’
see this musket?
[prof]
it’s for you b-tch

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