Z-Ro
The Geto
[Intro: Z-Ro and Cory Mo]
(The ghetto)
(Cory Mo)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Stay on yo' grind (The ghetto)
'Cause I'm gettin' mine (The ghetto)

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Even though these n***as are shiesty and so are the hoes
Might break in ya house just to steal ya clothes (God damn!)
When you can be real but ya still a ho (Still a ho)
Watch yourself around here, they'll kill ya, bro!
Biggest gang 'round here is the HPD
And most of the bad bitches got HPV (That bitch burnеd, man)
Lil' homies barely know they ABCs
But thеy already murderers and drank-babies (Drank-babies)
My homegirl sell crack and do taxes (Ayy!)
Bitch got a cool hunnid thousand in the mattress (Ayy!)
Homie like, "Fuck a shootin' range. What's practice?"
He rather shoot at people for fun, he just active (He just active)
Might show a lil' love, I don't love him, though! (Nope!)
Might give a n***a dap, I don't trust him, though! (Hell nah!)
It's real dirty but I'm clean in this bitch (Clean in this bitch)
But I know how to move 'cause I'm the king of this shit (Ayy, ayy, oh!)
The ghetto!
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
(The ghetto)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Tryna live our life (The ghetto)
Won'tcha tell us 'bout it, Bun B? (The ghetto)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Welcome to the ghetto, the place that we call home
Where the hustlers, gangstas, and D-boys roam
Where the parkin' lot is covered up wit' Swisher Sweets dumped out
Kids on the way to school, see a body slumped out
Single mothers try to raise they children
And keep 'em from slangin' dope in front of they buildin'
Or runnin' 'round wit' a gun, tryna rob
Watch you ride the city bus and two part-time jobs
Boys reppin' for the hood, throwin' they set up
When the opps spit on the block, ya might get wet up
And grandmothers show the preacher big love
Meanwhile, he take her tithes to the strip club
And young girls gettin' pregnant by grown-ass men
'Cause they daddies locked up, doin' time in the pen
And the fake thugs all cap, flexin' for clout
While me and my people tryna get out of the ghetto

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
(The ghetto)
My n***as all dyin' (The ghetto)
Police keep lyin' (The ghetto)
Kids bein' raised by the streets (The ghetto)
Got thousand dollar shoes on they feet (The ghetto)
Tryna get out of the ghetto (The ghetto)
But we really don't wanna go (The ghetto)
I made up my mind; I'ma stay right here (The ghetto)
Vandross (The ghetto)