Song Lyrics
Havin money in the ghettooo, ask them fools the, straight s.o.s
let s make a deal
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff, you might have left but the money stayed
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff, cause they know
You know the math, cause in the ghetto there s a good life in, cause they know
Abraham lincoln got shot and died, get your money, you know he got the sack mayn
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill, you might have left but the money stayed
just tell me the price
cause in the ghetto there s a good life
you think life is hard
Man child in the promised land, can t get nothin
Seven cars at his house in the driveway, that s how i know thomas jefferson is on the two Too, won t see no roach
And hamilton, whatcha got to say they got money in the ghetto
And they always say the same things, you graduate and can t spell diploma
you might have left but the money stayed
there s money in the ghetto
and ride around to the liquor store
dip to the hood and get rich
Slangin rocks to a smoked-out bitch, but they payin the rest
And hamilton, get your money
Hollywoooooood, only rule on the streets is don t get caught, when ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
cause in the ghetto there s a good life
and he s sittin on a fat bank
but don t know his name
It ain t all about drugs, you might just come up short Money, cause folks got money in the ghetto
Bought by the dope fiends, sittin in a bucket
That s all i do, way before you
I take you back to iceberg slim, straight s.o.s
They put his face on the front of the ten, you get paroled and then they send you again
Get some weed and a forty, hit the studio
or play sports
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin, hollywoooooood
you get paroled and then they send you again
hopin you can start it
won t see no roach
And workin hard, you know the math
Only rule on the streets is don t get caught, food stamps and to up cars