South Circle Lyrics - Ghetto Madness lyrics

Ghetto Madness lyrics (Lyrics)

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Shh, shh, shh shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Stackin pennies like Hardaway
Its hard to play with the M. Child
Ha ha

[Verse 1]
It be some evil that these men do
I spit game so cold, playas froze coming to my kin do
Gangsta hats and trench coats, I pimp notes with quotes
Like playa haters takin guns to they throats
Oh no, Im walking down the strip, poppin clips
I see O.J., sliced her from her clit to her vertebrae
Murder mayday, its a third degree slaughter
I aint trying to be broke, I need diapers for my daughter
Further up the strip its some sisters prostituting, dealers looting
Grabbed my bulletproof too and started shooting
No half steps, I blast techs, homie you can ask Rex
Get twisted with mister, Ill leave dripping like a tampex
Tampon, strap on, the whole, entire
Shooting cocaine through my veins and now it feels like Im on fi re
But still I wanna get higher
Double crosses get double crossed, lost, get caught up in the crossfire
Still down to serve a fiend, partner you done heard of me
Cock this 4-4 and make the snitch come out of Hercules
Hurting these bustas with my murder threats
The murder reps, swirving a 9 fif candied out converted Lex
And you dont wanna flex with me, you better off on LSD
Well lets see, whos joking around like Bill Bellamy

[Verse 2]
Speak of the uniqueness, freakiness like Jodeci
Mister murder poetry, mack is on the low key
Slow moving, grooving like a sidewinder
Ripping fools for thinking yalls a liva rhymer (Tricks)
I signed a contract in blood, took a playas oath
Now Im smoking blunts, making toasts coast to coast
I know for ways of acting stank and stuck up
Im back like Tyson so you better get your guns up.
Im in the 7-5-0 riding t-genuine
Me and Mike drunk off tequila and gin
Spin the bottle, hit the throt tle, yall cant stop us
Fools will drop like shocks when the shots bust
Must make stacks, made a batch of bomb hits
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With my click, no the whole nations on it

[Verse 3]
B-b-b-bomb the glock, its hot rocks on your block
From Pittsburgh to Texas they compose it like Frank Sinat-tra
I see you brah its murder on your mind
I downs the Crown and now its murder with my nine
I am superior, inferior higher than Cooley
Done choked and smoked get done up like some doobies
Who me, the playa from the SC
Busta, no doubt we pout, I wear you out like some Guess jeans
Redeem yourself from all of this madness
Back up in your uh is that playa wearing glasses

[Verse 4]
Calling the troops like Saudi, its an all out attack
Im strapped with black gats, and rough raps, to break your back, jack
Cataracts is what they call me cause I cant be seen
Mean is dope ya know, as I fiend for the green (For the green)
Guillotine, sharp on point like a bullseye
Cause nothing is short of super in my mental hoo-ride
Whos died, yeah yall know that I went for none
Them said bring the drama so I had to bring them some
From the crib Suave House, same address
Contest or confess when it hits you in the chest
Rest assured that its pure when I kick it
Best mature and handle your business
Tricks, so now I got bustas in handcuffs
On a manhunt, Im staying tough, rolling up the next blunt
Yall cannot see me on your tip-toes
I got killers that will kill from Mr. Mike where the wind blows
Benzos get burnt Lexs and Verts get took
Now whos the crook, Im superfly like Jimmy Snook
My crew will jump on you like crickets
Handle they business, and now I must come wicked
Tape you, the young Steven Speilberg
They wanna mob with me, cause I be smoking real herb
That doja pushing more crystals than Folgers
Hold ya breath its going down trick I told ya

Shh, shh, shh shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Gra-grammar like a sledgehammer
Shh, shh, shh, shh
Stackin pennies like Hardaway
Its hard to play with the M. Child
Ha ha