ah mind But Fly gon' take it like a man doin' time for crime Get behind me, and Fly will lead the line Using my ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes, yeah yeah
be embedded with Nas Even the ghetto [? ] couldn't play that part Like the Eli Manning's when they play that hard Everybody ain't a Giant but they play
me (6 feet underground) why see do the Devil's Eyes you vision my demise so may your soul lie (6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe that I can fly
big brown eyes As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby When I tell you to jump you ask how high Even if I expect you to fly, it's
thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes
will not steal the drugs they don't have Still just kill In the ghetto this shit is unreal Nigga's escorts freak the downhills Shots be ringing like Chinese bells In fly
I swear I'm doper then these muhhfuckas realize Hit he club all black like seal eyes I am hell on earth, I'm trynna live in heaven Come fly with me MJ
heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch
of haze, it's in the drain You wish you seen p, man you know she couldn't hate That ghetto p, and that ghetto cash My ghetto eyes on her ghetto @ss
and little sister's got a baby on hip and her momma never home so the cycle is sick young ballers on the court wanna play in the league but got knocked
And little sister's got a baby on hip And her momma never home so the cycle is sick Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league But got knocked
call life Dealt with it briefly took him out that night Some ask why must they hate the look in his eyes Like the child an ill omen they want him crucified
us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto
Yeah what do they know They probably told that to Dylan a long time ago There's a kid in the ghetto his back to the wall Stars in his eyes and a basketball
a jungle, everybody wants to be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around
