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[Intro] I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I fly in the Maserati like Melo, go through the lanes I say "fuck these niggas and what they say" I say "you don't know me, you pretend to know me" "Fuck these niggas and what they say" "You don't know me, you pretend to know me" Alright then... alright then... alright then... huh? [Verse 1: Wyclef] Melo go through the lanes, me, man, I do the same F1 McLaren with a seat in the middle, man Raised with the Killa Cam while you playing Batman Ain't no super heros here, but they "X" men Everybody looking for survival, so they hustle The hand that holds the gun is the hand that rocks the cradle [Verse 2: Los] Born in the gutter, covered in struggle Smothered in hustle Where brothers hate you as much as you mother can love you Motherfuckers'll buck you over them greenbacks If tracking cream's the method, I'm Method over the C.R.E.A.M. track It was shocking, they shot my father, the shackles on him Letras de cancionesWas hoppin' off him and on to me, as a prophet would call it [Verse 3: Wyclef] When I landed in the land of glory I was barely 10 I was raised in a hut with them barbarians Burner in my bubble goose, shooting from the project roof Papa was a preacher, I was Bishop, 'cause I had the Juice Real talk, when I wrote 'Gone 'Til November' It's 'cause in Baltimore, they murdered my nigga in November [Hook] Alright then... alright then... I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I fly in the Maserati like Melo, go through the lanes I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I fly in the Maserati like Melo, go through the lanes I say "fuck these niggas and what they say" I say "you don't know me, you pretend to know me" "Fuck these niggas and what they say" "You don't know me, you pretend to know me" Alright then... alright then... alright then... huh? [Verse 4: Los] It's the author unorthodox off the docks in the water, no culture shock You ain't strapped, you a halter top I hocked the top 'cause the bottom comin' Got 'em runnin', call the cops I'm calling shots like Tec whistles Fuck you like group sex then text missiles To be technical, ya'll niggas is ho... Ah, fuck 'em, we flippin' bundles, them bitches tumble like Gold medal winners, gold metal in 'em when we stretch 'em When we catch him it's like he caught a cold 'Cause he get a coffin, never speak on the code Never geek on your niggas and never creep with a hoe That be exactly how they'll find you, just a creep in a hoe My niggas quick to pull them heaters, leave you leaking for dough [Bridge] I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I fly in the Maserati like Melo, go through the lanes I've got ghetto dope in my veins, yellow gold on my chain I fly in the Maserati like Melo, go through the lanes [Verse 5: Wyclef] Pour some liquor 'cause the good die young Banana-clipped up, Mighty Joe Young Welcome to the jungle where they treat us like we animals Aye - the Bed-Stuy chronicles "Murder, murder" That's what you hear when they pull up in the middle of the night When they're ready for the stick-up Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup you ain't 'bout the rubber grip If you only had three, why would one be a death wish? This is the truth and I've said this before Whether I'm in Haiti or Baltimore Import more shottas and run through your door And leave your body laying on the floor Out in the morgue they go through your organs In the church they play the organ ...cry, cry, crow, crows fly It's 5 o'clock, do you know where your kids are at? Have you been notified? [Outro] Alright then... alright then... alright then... huh? From Letras Mania