Ghetto Stories

[Intro]
(Ruff Ryders) 1, 2, 1, 2
(Full Surface) Ghetto Stories (yeah yeah yeah)
Swizz Beatz, makin' it happen
(My nigga Dee)
Listen what the fuck I gotta say (what's up)
I'm not a rapper, dog

I'm from the hood, I love the hood
I rep the hood, lived in the hood
Started on the grind, started with a nine
Motherfucker, I had to earn mine
A lot of niggas hating, a lot of niggas watching
A lot of niggas plotting, a lot of hearts stopping
Uh, belive that, I'm banging with the beats
I'm banging in the streets, I'm banging with the heats
S to the double, I to the double Z
Niggas look at me, want no trouble B
I'm just minding my business
Making money, stacking chips just minding my business
You can catch me in a 360L or [?]
Blowing down to Pasadena
The rubber will peel, your head will peel
Your bitches will squeal, Listen dog, huh
That's when these hoes dying
Cause if I'm in court, (listen) guaranteed I'm lying
Fuckers, I had to get my business right
Had to get my money right, had to get my label right
You can hate all you want - I'm here forever
Swizz Beatz Part Whatever, I'm here forever (Bitch!)
I'm the Monster get it all right
Me and my niggas is dogs and we guaranteed to bite
Inf gon' pop ya, Cross gon' pop ya
Waah gon' pop ya, dogs gon' stop ya
We working out the building
I started the beats, coming up out of the building
Nigga, 2E and the building 700
The Bronx Tenements, where I came up
Ain't nothing funny playa
For this money, these niggas is hungry, playa
That's why I love the hood, respect the hood
Support the hood, live in the hood
This is Swizz talking, this is Swizz walking
Motherfucking thug nigga up in New York and
We love the hood, we run the hood
We own the hood, Fuck what you sayin' dog
You got a problem we gon' solve 'em
You got beef we gon' dead that, you got lead we gon' pop that
I got heat I'ma rock that
Motherfucking radio stations I drop that
I'm the one who had ten songs at one time on the countdown
So get your mind right
Y'all fuckers thought I bounced forever
Y'all niggas better get together, or whatever
Uh, I got beats galore
I got beats that'll blow off your project doors
Beats that'll flip over your Bentley X-Rs
Beats that'll make niggas ready for wars
Beats for deaf, beats for blind
Beats that'll make a thug nigga want to cock his nine
Y'all niggas ain't hard to find
Y'all niggas ain't out your mind (fuckers)
We love the hood, from the hood
In the hood, Swizz Beatz and I'm here for good

This is my ghetto story, this is my ghetto story
This is my ghetto story, oh my God!
Inf gon' pop ya, Waah gon' pop ya
Cross gon' stop ya, dogs gon stop ya
Listen, doing this here
Y'all niggas know, this we doing this here
BIATCH!