Birdman ft. Bun B, 6 Shot - Ghetto Life Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, Fast Money, Cash Money
How we rollin' out is how we roll it in
Know what I'm sayin', nigga? Feel me, nigga?
We just hit a lick, nigga
Got about fifty more Ms, nigga
And I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
Who broke bread with us first, nigga
So we flew to Houston, ya holla?

I jumped in the game with a fifty dollar sack (sack)
A heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks (mind on stacks)
I held my nuts in the game called crack
Now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin' back (huh)
I got a reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin' it
A south nigga, give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life, bitch, an underground boss
Disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (for real)
Quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga
One click, blow the shit out a nigga (blaow)
Been 'bout a figure, ain't stoppin 'til I see it ('til I see it)
Don't hate me, ho, 'cause that's the way I gotta G it
P-A-T, baby, that's me, baby, Free Pimp C and that's real OG, baby
This dedicated to my niggas on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil' Block, it don't stop

Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals, and young niggas gettin' killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals, and young niggas gettin' killed
Shit, I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

Uh, looky here, uptown cutthroat, nigga, any year
Crisp and clear, ya hear me now? (Huh?)
Nothin' nice, break you off right with a style, for real
Coke, dope, pills, it's no joke here
Everybody strapped, look at where I'm at (blatt-blatt)
Nigga, shit's so real, it's no doubt about it
All cowards get killed
But she's eatin' while you sneakin' beefin' them people
.44 Mag to your peephole, ya know
M-A-G-N-O, bitch, get on or get from 'round, L-I-A, uptown
Know you down, hold up 'round that one-four
Thuggin with a heavy Rolls, shinin' on them hoes, ya know
It's so real, it's no doubt about it
All cowards get killed, ya know

Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals and young niggas gettin' killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals, and young niggas gettin' killed
Shit, I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real (yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga)

Look, you know them guns go to poppin'
When them niggas go to drop 'em
Make 'em all run go to scatter, nigga (go to scatter, nigga)
'Cause when you fuckin' with the man, nigga
Spend a few grands, 'cause you know we puttin' change on ya (puttin' change on ya)
Yeah, because we thugged out, wigged out (wigged out)
Came through the neighborhood with the guns out
Nigga, don't make me drop the top
Don't give a fuck about the weather, 'cause we still gon' shine, nigga
Yeah, and that was tangable evidence, homie
That's why they let Rufus go, nigga (believe that)
And we was playin' with paper, nigga (all day, nigga)
And dropped 50 on the flow, nigga, yeah
So I spread my wings out
Came through the neighborhood with the Ls out
Nigga and I'm tryin to get out
The dope game but I still let them birds out

Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals, and young niggas gettin' killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
Let me show you that my ghetto's shiest' (ghetto's shiest')
Drug deals, and young niggas gettin' killed
Shit, I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real (ghetto, real)

If you know what I know, nigga
This how we get down, down here, nigga
Down by, nigga, yeah
And if you from down here, you know what I'm talkin' about
Ain't if you ain't from down here, you're probably trying to get down here
Know what I'm sayin', nigga
Yeah, we see y'all, comin' through, creepin' through
Stoppin' in Miami, goin' to Atlanta
Passin' through New Orleans, even pimpin' in Texas, nigga
We know you wan' come down here
And y'all can come down here, you understand what I'm sayin'?
And fuck with a nigga, but bring your check book with you, nigga
Break bread, nigga, 'cause you know we got to get paid, nigga
Know what I'm sayin', we on the grind, nigga
Yeah, nigga, we on the grind, nigga
Fast Money, Cash Money, motherfucker, yeah, yeah
Uptown