Product of the Ghetto

Intro: Nardo Wick One, two, three, four Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Verse 1: Elvis Presley & Nardo Wick As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto In the ghetto And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Chorus: Nardo Wick Born in the ghetto, tryna make it out Make it out I try to go, but I get stuck, it's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it Yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of the ghetto Verse 2: Nardo Wick Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that This ain't shit I could control, I'm a product of my habitat Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat Probably 'cause I keep a gun Surprised I never sprung a wrist late night shooting craps Surprised I never got caught late night shootin' straps Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that Chorus: Nardo Wick Born in the ghetto, tryna make it out Make it out I try to go, but I get stuck, it's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto Never asked for this I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto I can't help it Yes, I was born in the ghetto I'm a product of the ghetto Verse 3: Elvis Presley & Nardo Wick And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto In the ghetto I'm a product of the ghetto Chorus: Nardo Wick & Elvis Presley Born in the ghetto, tryna make it out I try to go, but I get stuck, it's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto Ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto Ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto Yes, I was born in the ghetto Ghetto In the ghetto Verse 4: Nardo Wick & Elvis Presley Seen my mama cry, I was the reason Her baby sellin' drugs, she couldn't believe it Said, my first ten thousand, thought I was dreamin' Said they was solid, it got hard, they was leavin' You won't believe what I done did, you won't believe what I done seen Police get behind, I run, they chase me, took one for the team Yeah, like Bob the Builder, Handy Manny, hammer in my jeans I was born and ain't choose the streets, the streets chose me I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I learned from the ghetto, all I know is the ghetto In the ghetto And his mama cries In the ghetto As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Facedown in the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto Chorus: Nardo Wick Born in the ghetto, tryna make it out I try to go, but I get stuck, it's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box Born in the ghetto I never asked to be born in the ghetto I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto In the ghetto I'm a product of the ghetto