Havikk The Rhime Son feat. LV - Ghetto Got Me Shady {Best Quality} video free download

Album: The Rhime Son

Year: 2008

Lyrics:

[LV:]

Shady...yeah

[Havikk:]

They got me sittin' back thinkin'

Thinkin' about my G's loc

Rolls to their grave site

Pray as I kneels low

Thinkin' about the good times

Why you had to die G

My Moms said be strong

But I'm feeling kind of lonely

Yeah Mr. Havikk feelin' kind of shadey

I realize where gangs hanging

Ain't the place to raise a damn baby

Tryin' to be an OG means you gotta G-Ride

But if you G-Ride one time is gonna who-ride

Put the guns on lock down

Keep your head up

My homies dyin' day by day I'm gettin' fed up yo

I reminisce about the way back times

When you used to hang out, shoot hoops and kick rhymes yo

It gets deeper

You gotta watch your back loc

Or your whole block'll be the victim of a damn nine-Glock

So wake up and stop sleepin'

187 ain't no way loc

And you can still roll in your 6-4

[LV:]

Mr. Havikk

The ghetto's got you shadey

[Havikk:]

I still gotta watch my back

Even though my G's claim they got it

I'm stayin' on the down low

I'm keepin' it in the closet

Chillin' with my locs dippin' fo's

Stayin' outta trouble support your troops

Yo one luv cuz and blood

Pass me the dank

Oh no G that ain't me

I don't drink or smoke just to prove that I'm down G

Doin' a drive-by ain't no way in the 9-5

Take another life because he lives on the eastside

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Keisha always said baby those ain't your true friends

Now you got a son and he loves you more than all of them

My homies startin' trippin'

'Cuz Hav stopped the bangin'

Stopped the dope slangin'

I tried to make a change in my hood

OG's recognize and let the BG's know

Put it down for the truths in the 9-4

One time on my tip actin' wicked

They took me downtown for an unpaid ticket

[LV:]

Mr. Havikk

The ghetto's got you shadey

[Havikk:]

Fresh out the county

Tryin' to start a new life

Had to put the guns down

Threw away the blue dice

Mom's told me Brian they'll be days like this

Keep your head on your shoulders but I when I counted backwards

Only jail keeps me sweated on the daily

Because I look gangsta

I stay in all the danger

Fools wanna trip 'cuz I left the hood

They swear a G jack a G but to me yo it's all good

I rather be a punk OG

Than a dead OG

Doin' all that time in the county

Snitch-afied fools trippin' hard off the Hav

I'm gettin paid in this game and jealous fools just make me laugh

Now my life is kind of coolio

I still put's it down for my hood yeah foolio

One less G in the hood doin' an idiotic drive-by

But still I puts it down for the westside

[LV:]

[Repeat and fade:]

Mr. Havikk

The ghetto's got you shade