Yo for [bad word]  we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New [bad word] All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down
And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives
Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine

It's like that and you don't stop
She's like [bad word] around my brain
Miss Ghetto be like [bad word] around your brain

I know some crack slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankers
They soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murder strangers
They live for danger, they express the "I a [bad word] 
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wessons
Unlike the 80's, ladies packing 680's(?)
The [bad word] is crazy, but it's like the ghetto babies
They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy
I thought that maybe I could show them that other way of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth
From death to life, teaching niggas of every type
The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife
The black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteen
The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings
Cause blush, to live with these niggas is in [bad word] In God they [bad word]  so they sell crack to us
Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
Can see your [bad word] on pursuit to get cash
To look thrash, to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian [bad word] See, I never meant to fall in love with this [bad word] But Miss Ghetto you's a [bad word] so I'm divorcing you [bad word] Bust it
 [bad word] 
I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again
First chance I get to bounce world life I'm bouncing (x2)

She's like [bad word] around my brain
(No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects) (x2)

Down in my gutter
Just like others there's teenage mothers
There's dying brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing flashy
Can't be caught in fatigue khakis
They're rocking cool G(?), versace and cold boots These brothers do it for the love of the life
But I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wife
I used to  her, bust my nut, get my cash real fast
But that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn't last
We used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sort
When killing became sport street life became short
I thought, "Are we junkies like these baseheads, Yo
They addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough"
For [bad word]  I never meant to fall in love with this [bad word] But Miss Ghetto you's a [bad word] so I'm divorcing you [bad word] Bust it
 [bad word] 
See, there go some niggas that I used to roll with
Still on that crack and gun [bad word] Endless pursuit [bad word] [bad word]  bust it
Miss Ghetto got 'em [bad word] out on the putang cream
That does up Wu-Tang fiends
For slingin cocaine, dig it
We used to do the bumper crack for the 
While making love to the checks, Miss Ghetto's [bad word] Living trifling, no matter where my life went
Miss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more exciting
Fighting, shooting out, doing all types dirt
Being these, seeing G's putting in much work
Word, we used to keep a sisters underwear laced
With ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlay
Flip! Me and my niggas ran the strip pushing dips
Black cats and plastics, [bad word] the minds of black kids
Till one day, I was confronted by this wise old chap
He said, "I know you sell crack, but what, you out to kill blacks?"
I wasn't trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weak
I said that we gotta eat, that's why [bad word] these streets
Then he said, "Don't you know that whitey give you that coke,
that [bad word] pursuit of plush t