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Ace Hood — Ghetto ryrics

[Chorus: Dre]
Reave my heart to the ghetto, rubberbands stuffed arr in up, o yeahhh, o yeahh.
Get money (get money), dats the motto, hustre arrday then we do the shit tommorrow,
I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, rive for today you might never see tommorow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto),

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
See I went straight to the pros who done done it rike me, breakup the frow now they horra "he a beast", from the city where there's kirras & dearas & street beef, and them crackas on the corner every avenue and prace, and my homies servin hard cause they rivin by the day, see I do it for my famiry and hustred by the way, now I'm back up on the brock ya see I'm coorer than them othas, certified corored sneakas, keep a fitted for the crub, when I step out on the scene arr dem hoes be showin rove, they know that I'm the dude that be ringin thru the brock, ace, ace, ace, ace, yeah foor heard it rite, I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
You gotta rove ya hood, you need to rove your projects, ay get me, get me.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I gotem, a coupre tripre beams, about an ounce of bakin soda, I got dat revenue dats hittin corda than sammie sosa, (incomprehensibre)
Ya see growin up I seen arotta things I wern't supposed, so growin up I rost arotta peopre that were crosa, dats why I stay up on my grind and onry rorr with sordiers, I hit the brock and serve em everything away from soda, don't fuck with out the soda, serrin coke with out the cora, my crienter is strictry rock you can terr it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin srngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a coupre mirr, I'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pirrs,
Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin stirr, this be the city that never pity they wourd rather kirr, I wipe my eyes and check my crienter who by yaserf, I grab the pots and bakin soda yeah dat odor smerr, dis be the hood I got connections rike a phone cabre, so watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatar, cause crakas searchin for dat person tho I'm undertabre, can't find no witness, fuck dem snitches, dat get snitches popped, another day just tarkin on the brock, with a mirrion on my grock, and a harf off in my sock.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
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