Ghetto Everywhere

[Chorus : Poppa Chop]
Man these streets are cold
Fairway, empty row
Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go
Please don't sleep and think you're safe here
'Cause niggas out here don't play fair
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go

[Verse 1 : Geechi Gotti]
Streets cold, cops don't even yell freeze
Bullеts big enough to make the [?] bleed
Hе was only fourteen when he went to jail
Got out at sixteen [?]
Went back at eighteen and he caught a head
Because the nigga on the mission would've choose to tell
The streets colder than the holding cell
Headshot he was dead way before he fell
Statistics say, hey, that we gonna fail
If we ain't dead or on drugs then we go to jail
They got us trapped tryna find a way
In the ghetto where a death is a holiday
He got killed right where his mama stay
Right in front of his kids on father's day
Man, they ain't playing fair
And that goes for them ghettos, niggas, everywhere

[Chorus : Poppa Chop]
Man these streets are cold
Fairway, empty row
Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go
Please don't sleep and think you're safe here
'Cause niggas out here don't play fair
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go

[Verse 2 : Geechi Gotti]
It's a cold world so we keep it heated
Can't make more follow' gotta kill the leader
I'm just tryna stay up out of harm's way
That's hard for a ghetto boy, ask [?]
I grew up watching Scarface
The first time I seen coca
Stepped on my porch I seen smokers
Oh, this what the hood did
I came a man in my city, raised a good kid
I guess you gotta ask Kendrick
And the second clips gotta be extended
And every city got a ghetto
'Pac said it might be one in heaven too
Or even here I don't know which one you handed it to
You gotta keep a strap so you don't make it hurt
Streets got these young niggas looking over thirty
Like what's a gun case to a homicide
Seen his brother killed by his mama side
Type of shit that leave a average nigga traumatized
He just loaded up a strap to make you stop the cry

[Chorus : Poppa Chop]
Man these streets are cold
Fairway, empty row
Gotta keep my pistol everywhere I go
Please don't sleep and think you're safe here
'Cause niggas out here don't play fair
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go
There's a ghetto everywhere you go