Yo, yeah, yo
  Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
  Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
  Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
    [G. Dep]
  A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
  Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
  Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
  Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
    I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
  Shak, shak, right in his back
  I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
  From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
  I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
  I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
  It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
  Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
  Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
  Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
  Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
  Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
  Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
  Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
  Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
  Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
  But hey..
    [Chorus]
  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 the game or the greed
  Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
  A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
  Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
  Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
  Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
    [G. Dep]
  I take you back to the scene of the stunt
  Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
  And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
  Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
  Get us some gear to get us in here
  Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
  Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
  Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
  Take you back to the 80's around
  Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
  Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
  Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
  You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
  You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
  Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
  When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga
    [Chorus]
    [G. Dep]
  Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
  Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
  Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
  Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
  Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
  Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
  Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
  Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
  Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate
  Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
  Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
  Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo
    [Chorus - 2X (to fade)]