[onyx - all talking]   Official nast'! word is bond   Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy   Word up, official, official, official, official   Word up, check me, I'm the official, nastee   It's like that, yeah it's like this   Son hold up, what up what up   We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond   Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon..      [fredro starr]   A lot of things have changed since I grown up   Half my brothers got locked, half got blown up!   From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street   But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat   See there's danger, in my buildin, they rollin dice there   Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare? !   My hallway is like rahway, to the thugs in the doorway   Peace, kid I'm out, no doubt!   We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just   Tryin to stay warm, sippin ? easy? jesus!   Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin   They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin? )   There's days I can't remember like the 6th of december   I think it was september nah, maybe it was november (what? !)   This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers   Heard from tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker   Cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced   She not smokin it! she took one bad hit      Chorus: repeat 2x      Aiyyo (yo!) can't escape the ghetto   Hell no, it's everywhere you go!   Aiyyo (yo!) can't escape the ghetto   Hell no, it's everywhere you go!      [sonsee]   I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle   Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow   Just look around, everywhere, it's despair   It ain't no care here, and good times is rare   Or seldom last long, they always fadin   When my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)   Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic   Too realistic, we goin this quick!   The other night kids got bad (word, t-n-t ran out? )   Got them kids bill and ted, they called the law news spread   Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet   Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead   Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least   Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!      [onyx]   Yo.. hey!   Cause where I'm from, the good die young   The sky is grey, we never see the sun   The ghetto life, is live and let live   On the day to day..      [sticky fingaz]   It all began when shorty rock took the law in his own hand   Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man   So he did what any kid woulda done   Went into the closet, got his pop's gun   Who need enemy when you got family?    It's hard to get a job when you look like me (word up!)   See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment   Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment   Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin   Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (no!)   Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin   But where you gonna go? you can't escape the ghetto!   You see more when you high, even less when you low   You can't run from your own shadow      Chorus      {*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}      [onyx] in every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4x)      {*ad libs and "official nast'!" to fade*}