it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)...us metals round our necks and arms (yea)... it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods... it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)...us metals round our necks and arms (yea)... it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods...your heart is where you want to be...My hood is the ghetto...Even when you look...Its never what you see...My hood is the ghetto...Cause my hood is the ghetto...My hood is the ghetto...Black magic in the hood, its tragic bu...Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show...What's real is the estate of mind that we're in...The situation feels gre...You might get love but you still feel hate...brooklyn nigga real ones do relate...Cause its the music, its blues, i...Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be produ...It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare...wadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair...Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air...ials, no matter who the mayor...I know you know what I'm talki...From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house...re playing skele in the parking lot...And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop...uildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot...and going to prison you see them bars a lot...I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in...ays keep my ears to the block till I dearly...Hip hop is really the art...We have to express the part of ourselves that make...when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you...A man in front of the store, begging for ...Up early, serving from their grandmother's...Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperat...Effected by the deficit, times and ...or get god, but but you try to get by...It's like the block keep blocking...You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopp...We shorties in the court, need cochran...I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options...we keep rocking for the ghetto