[Chorus: Trey Songz 2X]
I`m from the motherfucking slums where the cops don`t come
Turn the lights on and the bugs don`t run
You ain`t shit without no gun
In the ghetto (ghetto)
Ghetto (ghetto)
[1st verse]
I`m from where diapers full of feces
We`s endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic, that`s right, where the streets be
You ain`t seen nothing this obscene from no TV
You would have to be me to feel what Obie`s speaking
Bodies leak like steel pipes, it`s real creepy
Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee`s
You`re boring me with your story, I`m a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me
[Chorus]
[2nd verse]
I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison
You don`t want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor decisions
A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of
Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up cola take a lick
To my tongue, numb from the shit
My nuts hung since I was a young one
And that`s just the slum fuck of it
I`m pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm
My momma can`t save me her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle that niggaz call home
What? His momma died from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze `em up for serving these glucks
It`s like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for niggaz to grab they nuts
And just soak all this bullshit up, where I`m from?
[Chorus]
[3rd verse]
I`m from real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard
Welfare scarers just most chicks`ll buy them broad
Pimping the government cause government pimping us
Rather see `em suffering then niggaz live it up
Cause you ain`t heard? Bird got birds
But the nigga got murd` cause niggaz felt he ain`t deserve
What he was worth, he ain`t a real nigga from the turf
He was birth with money, that`s why they left him bloody
I`m from the streets where most these niggaz nutty
I adapt to em, I`m exactly in tuned with `em
Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins