Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Story of a Ghetto Boy Lyrics
feat. Kobe[Hook: Kobe]Now this the story of a little bitty ghetto boyTrapped in the ghetto trying to make it outNow doing anything ??????????[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]I got a motha*****in' 9 on my hip, 9 on my hipShit, oh oh oh oh ohI gotta make it out this *****, climb out this ditchShit, huh oh oh oh ohNothing else need to be said, cops wanna see me deadBut he fled the sceneLearn to be stealth, uh uh uh, learn to be stealthThe ghetto got a plan, it'll take a good manAnd it'll turn him into a person with a burner on the shelfBut I'mma take the ghetto's plan and I'mma turn it on itselfCause I'mma take this ghetto swag and I'mma turn it into wealthSo when the cameras and the lights hit a thugYou might see a product that the white kids'll loveCause the majority of rap fans is white kidsWhen a black man make it that's when a dark knight rises[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]All I ever had was a llama and a dreamRobbin' everything, trying to get creamNo wallet, no dollars in the pockets of my jeansI was pushing that rock, I was Rondo on my teamLike young nigga hustling, selling from the windowMy heart had a fast beat, no slow tempoI never ***** with snitch niggas giving up the infoStay on my grind like a nympho get thoughBut I need more, my whole team need doughBut peep yo, a lot of dudes that I hustled with before, they locked up nowTrying to ball hard so we can score when they touch downWe all trying to get to where freedom is atYo we're stuck in the hood, that's why we beez in the trap[Hook][Verse 3: Julius Luciano]Yo, feel like Alicia Keys, I grew up in hell's kitchenI wasn't dealt a good hand, but I dealt with itTrying to stay afloat, call me Michael Phelps listenBetter yet, Michael P. cause the "helps" missingMomma's belt whippings kept away the jail sentenceYou know the story on pigs, the tale's twistedWhen times get hard, time is a dickGot these Glocks should be spelled with the "L" missingI take you niggas to the Beach where I'm fromL.B. niggas bust chrome heats where I'm fromBut y'all ain't listeningThe ghetto ass nigga trying to clock that paperNo high school diploma, never got that paperI'm trying to find escape, trying to find it fastBut if you ain't Tameka Harris then escape is no tiny task[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]This is the story of a little biddy, a little diddyMy little Kenny's ghettoWas hard to hold me like a little tittyPlus was feeling shitty riding that intercity MetroWould pretend my hand was a gun, pull my trigger, that's my thumbAnd bust two while thinking ***** youAnd aim at every car I seen, shooting at everyone as the bus movesThinking I bust too hard to ride on this shitThat's the shit like ???????????Kids screaming which gun do you want me shoot you withI was talking hammers when that rapper dropped 2 LegitTrue as shit, I panhandle for a dollarIn a sense I'm still asking for changeCuz they don't hear it when a ghetto kid hollersSieg is always thinking of ?????????[Hook][Outro (x2)]All I ever had was a llama and a dreamLlama and a dream, llama-llama and a dream
