Little Ghetto Boy (Prelude) (Feat. Malik Yusef)

You know you ghetto boy when you got a face with a scar And yo' highest aspirations is a place and a car Shorties pull out and bussssst like a money shot Now he on the run he hot And he hurtin his Granny and she the only one he got The hood so shady You give up hope of ever even tryin to find a sunny spot light they caught him at the stop light but if he woulda run that yellow Then he coulda run the globe But insteed with speed They put one in the middle of his frontal lobe like a unicorn I'm just tryin to keep you informed To my little ghetto soldiers in they gold green red and blue uniforms chuuch But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk So I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew the horn And we don the monikers of goons and gangsters And are trained to conduct ourselves true to form So we add a Shorty a Money a Mack A Lil' a Eazy or a Young to our name So all the big ballers grab rims and hung in the game And there's a degree of difficulty to make it from the ghetto boy into the man hood Especially when you know that yo' fresh greens will help eliminated a canned good Can good and bad coexisssst In a place with plenty of off ramps but no exits