Child Of The Ghetto - Cam'Ron

Let’s do the Eastside one time

Metro North, East river, Wilson, Club 99

Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver

Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem

I don’t care if you a old head, or a young buck

I’m not a elevator, I’m no come-up

Nor do I go down, do like Brand Nubian, slow down

Whole clique, blow pounds

Silencers steady, that’s no sound

Circle ya block ock, merry-go-round

Here we go now, I’m the owner

You the pitcher, this block is your mound

Buildin' a beast so villains can eat

I reside on the West, chilled on the East

If I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip

I lived in the nine, stayed in the projects

Scored 39 then I wait for a profit

Taught, pull the 9 then I spray up a object

Homie, don’t confuse me, pardon mine

I’m the Harlem World Karlton Hines

Get it right nigga

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me

Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree

Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me

Killa, uh, uh.

I don’t really buy jewelry, I take 'em

I don’t listen to artists dog, I break 'em

I don’t really look at movies, I make 'em

I’m filet mignon, and you a steak-um

Any beef, I’ma open it probably

I got some dudes hopin' ya try me

I got hoes, sell coke in a lobby

I’m rich bitch, sellin' dope is a hobby

You peepin' at candy, heat did they hand me

I be in the Lamby, you with your family

Talkin' gangsta, the church ya visit

You’re roller bladin', circus and picnics

The underworld, the circuit I live in

You keep your biscuit, we’re workin' with chickens

That’s the rules that were laid to me

Why you think they call me KFC

You don’t know me homie

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me

Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree

Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me

Killa, Killa.

'91 to '96, yeah Harlem was out

Grant’s Tomb, balled out in Laguardia house

Huh, stand in the lobby, Cam and his posse

Steak and cheese sandwich from Heaugies

It come to her-on, the biggest of Dons

Since, Guy and Nicky, Fisher and Barnes (snitch)

Triggers and bombs, hit the alarm

I would, kick in the door, click on ya moms

I fell to the arm, in jail we roasted

If bail was there, bail got posted

Like, in Boston at one point boo

The bail it was 1 point 2, get the money nigga

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me

Knew what it wasn’t, it wasn’t to gain a degree

Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me