Ok, we got the Birdman in the building   We got Killa in the building   We got Young Weezy in the building      Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby   Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty   An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M   An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims      Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems   Green Austen, they don't cost in rims   Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear   Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here      How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?   'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it   Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet   I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze   But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay      I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace   An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace   Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it   Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ      In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy   Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets   I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up   For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me   Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life      See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes   Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro   When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life   Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type      Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe   Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike   Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes   Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life      All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life   See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes   This swish interry foreign German lifes   An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice      I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white   But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes   Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe   Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life      In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy   Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets   I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up   For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me   Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life      Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders   C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever   Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya   Dice game, head crack, 64 fever      When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever   An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva   I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook   Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook      With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks   Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block   Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots   That's how coke for that cook up his watch      I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac   'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops   All they say is, look at his drop   Hand on my license, look at his watch      But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby   We come through clownin', baby   An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall   Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa      In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy   Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets   I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up   For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me   Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life      It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla   Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella   Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap   Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time