The Game ft. Nas, will.i.am - The Ghetto Lyrics

"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby
I love you, please, stay with me
Someone's comin', please, please"

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the

It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole world, there's an area
That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle
The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent
No different from Flint, Michigan
Livin' in the D, checkin' in with the pimps and them
It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula (wheel the sound)
Pretty city, skyscrapers'll fool you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income housin', it dwells murderers
Where children don't qualify for health services
The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations
Like they sprayin' Estée Lauder on sanitation

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the (wheel it up)

Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker
They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters
Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster
Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich
Others just watch as niggas drive up the block
We think we keepin' it one hundred comin' back to the hood
They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens before you happen to bleed
What's beef? Cops killin' niggas dead in the streets
So before we look outside, we gotta look within
'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the (wheel the sound)

I'm from the project buildings, high stories
My stories from valence to glory
Dog-eat-dog world, gory
In the gutter, brother despise brother
Throwin' threats at each other
Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters (wheel)
Alcoholics, narcotics, organized
Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive
They baggin' up drugs with plastic gloves
On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs
Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers
Stealin', panhandlers, wrappin' grams up
Rubber bands on they 'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood ain't no different from ours
We share the same dreams, same money
Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars

The world's a ghetto
The world's a ghetto
The world's a ghetto (the ghetto)
The world's a ghetto (the)
(Wheel the sound)
(Wheel the sound)

Me and God's son, jumpin' out of project buildings in black parachutes
Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes
Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu
He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you? (Wheel the sound)
Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two
I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables
Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes
Me and my brother sharin' shoes, my childhood was terrible (no, no, no)
That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smokin' medical
You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables
Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to
Mama, this for us buy us, for the days I wore FUBU (wheel the sound)
Havin' beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga
Now, we'll end your career in two sixteens, my niggas
If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet
And all this "King of L.A." shit, you niggas need to stop it (no, no, no)

(The ghetto)

It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
Oh, the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the

Uh, it's a ghetto
Uh, it's a ghetto
It's a ghetto
(Are you gonna take that top note or what, man?
We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right
We gonna do the top note (nah, come on, you got this this time?)
This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging
He's gonna come here drunk off that shit
Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga
Hey, one, two, three, four
It's a ghetto, yeah
It's a ghetto
It's a ghetto
It's a ghetto
One more time
It's a ghetto, yeah
It's a ghetto
It's a ghetto
Hey, it's a ghetto
(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good
But we need to work on this other one, now
Let's get this one tight now
Lyrica, Jay, C, Pharaoh
Let's, let's make this shit happen man)
Come on now (let's go)
Two, three four
Ooh, oh-oh (tighten up, tighten up)
Took your love away (ayy)
I wanna know