In
the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket,
hopin' you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin'
on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin,
won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the
rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather
watchin' big screens
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother
wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
Another brother got some cocaine
Ya know his face but
don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack, man
And he's sittin' on a fat bank
Seven cars at his house in the driveway
Benz so clean, don't roll,
it just fly away
'Cause folks got money
in the ghetto
Money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new It's
been like that way before
you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to Iceberg Slim
And all the players that came before him
If you a everyday hustler,
get ya money
'Cause what they do to
black man ain't funny
All the time tryna put us in the pen
You get paroled,
then they send you again
All the homies in the hood gettin' paid
You might have left but the
money stayed
In the ghetto it ain't all about drugs
Gettin' paid doin' all kinda stuff
Only rule on the street
is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't
breakin' the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin' on some gold ones
Smokin' dank and it's potent
Ask them fools, 'cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
I got money baby,
just tell me the price
'Cause Short Dawg ain't nothin' nice
I always hit the town wit my
boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo' get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high and relax
And if I bust a Ben Frank', get some
Andrew Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math, let's make a deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
You find the face of George Washington
Make money, baby, that's all I do
That's how I know Thomas
Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they
put him on the five
And Hamilton, old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The American dream for the
av erage minority
Make your money,
get some weed and a forty
I'm on the East side livin' like a king
Kick back watchin'
fifty-inch screens
screens
Bounce to the West side, hit studio
Nowadays if you can't say a rap,
or play sports
You might just come up short
And they al ways say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dope fiend
Get your high school diploma,
go to college
Get a degree and start makin' dollars
Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip
Inner city schools don't teach us shit
Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S.
Can't get nothin',
but they payin' the rest of them fools
All around the world in the
other countries
They should be spendin'
that money right here
In the state of California
You graduate and can't
spell diploma
Dip to the hood and get rich
Slangin' rocks to a smoked out bitch
No school'll come close to that
A few transaction makesmy pockets fat
I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie
I'll probably ball 'til the day I die
And if I didn't, so what?
I bet you I'd still come up
'Cause there's a whole lot
of money in the ghetto
Too $Hort 
