"Born In The Ghetto" lyrics
All my fighters, all survivors
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
They could never stop my shine
They could never stop my grind
Money always on my mind
So I'm out on this corner until the sunrise
You got what you want, a bag of marijuana
From New York City straight back to Jamaica
I got me some hater, I'm under the radar
They trying to raid us, but they cannot fade us, no
Gotta make it in this life of crime
Gotta make it in this life of mine
Suppose I gotta go before my time
Cause if I should go beside my .9
Every hustlers in the streets
Trying to make ends meet
I got my Jordan on my feet
Running from the police
All my fighters, all survivors
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
They said that I'm never gonna make it
I remember it like it was yesterday
The road that I walk is so tough
Only God knows how much I pray
A ghetto soldier born to survive
I'm gonna make it, I won't die
This is my story, this is my life
Gun inna mi hand and my eyes on the prize
See I ain't trying to hurt nobody
I ain't trying to do no wrong
Always trying to make it home
Only God knows I'm on my own
Badmind wah we fall
Dem wah see we crumble
But we ah stand firm
An ah stay so humble
Always on the hustle, try to make a way
For the niggas on the block getting paid
All my fighters, all survivors
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
Fighters, survivors
Strike your lighters
We're born in the ghetto
Hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner
Make it out the ghetto
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
They could never stop my shine
They could never stop my grind
Money always on my mind
So I'm out on this corner until the sunrise
You got what you want, a bag of marijuana
From New York City straight back to Jamaica
I got me some hater, I'm under the radar
They trying to raid us, but they cannot fade us, no
Gotta make it in this life of crime
Gotta make it in this life of mine
Suppose I gotta go before my time
Cause if I should go beside my .9
Every hustlers in the streets
Trying to make ends meet
I got my Jordan on my feet
Running from the police
All my fighters, all survivors
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
They said that I'm never gonna make it
I remember it like it was yesterday
The road that I walk is so tough
Only God knows how much I pray
A ghetto soldier born to survive
I'm gonna make it, I won't die
This is my story, this is my life
Gun inna mi hand and my eyes on the prize
See I ain't trying to hurt nobody
I ain't trying to do no wrong
Always trying to make it home
Only God knows I'm on my own
Badmind wah we fall
Dem wah see we crumble
But we ah stand firm
An ah stay so humble
Always on the hustle, try to make a way
For the niggas on the block getting paid
All my fighters, all survivors
Put up your hands, strike your lighters
From you born in the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto
All my hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner, selling drugs
Trying to make it out the ghetto
You gotta make it out the ghetto
Fighters, survivors
Strike your lighters
We're born in the ghetto
Hustlers, all my thugs
On the corner
Make it out the ghetto
