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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77] Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n[00:02.51] I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n[00:04.18] Someone's coming, please, please\n[00:07.89] \n[00:22.48] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[00:27.29] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[00:29.72] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[00:32.90] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[00:37.80] \n[00:40.42] The, the, the, the\n[00:43.20] It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n[00:46.27] Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n[00:48.73] Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n[00:51.24] That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n[00:54.36] The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n[00:57.00] No different from Flint, Michigan\n[00:59.42] Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n[01:01.95] It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n[01:05.10] Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n[01:07.94] Inner cities the rich won't move to\n[01:10.13] The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n[01:12.98] The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n[01:15.81] Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n[01:18.43] But children don't qualify for health services\n[01:21.03] The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n[01:23.43] Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n[01:26.52] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[01:31.04] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[01:33.89] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[01:36.71] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[01:42.28] The, the, the, the\n[01:47.38] Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n[01:50.35] They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n[01:52.85] Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n[01:55.59] War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n[01:57.94] They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n[02:00.72] Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n[02:03.50] Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n[02:06.26] Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n[02:08.72] We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n[02:11.12] They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n[02:13.85] It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n[02:16.89] Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n[02:19.24] Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n[02:22.19] What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n[02:24.54] So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n[02:27.44] Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n[02:30.20] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[02:35.20] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[02:37.76] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[02:40.64] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[02:48.22] The, the, the, the\n[02:51.23] I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n[02:53.56] My stories from valence to glory\n[02:55.16] Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n[02:56.96] In the gutter, brother despise brother\n[02:59.20] Throwing threats at each other\n[03:00.67] Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n[03:03.30] Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n[03:05.39] Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n[03:07.96] They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n[03:09.88] On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n[03:12.77] Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n[03:15.42] Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n[03:17.82] Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n[03:19.58] Playing cards and they bored\n[03:20.76] Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n[03:23.24] Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n[03:26.06] Your hood ain't no different from ours\n[03:27.92] We share the same dreams, same money\n[03:30.07] Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n[03:34.38] The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n[03:37.77] The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n[03:41.26] The world's a ghetto\n[03:45.04] Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n[03:52.95] Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n[03:55.70] Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n[03:58.48] He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n[04:01.14] Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n[04:03.79] I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n[04:06.44] Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n[04:09.09] Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n[04:11.92] That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n[04:14.47] You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n[04:17.06] Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n[04:19.56] Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n[04:22.23] Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n[04:24.95] Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n[04:27.73] If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n[04:30.33] And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n[04:36.34] (The ghetto)\n[04:40.04] \n[04:43.70] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[04:48.60] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:51.12] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:54.12] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[05:02.04] The, the, the, the\n[05:04.79] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:07.28] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:09.57] It's a ghetto\n[05:11.35] (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n[05:12.70] We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n[05:14.23] This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n[05:16.55] He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n[05:18.46] Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n[05:20.49] Hey, one, two, three, four)\n[05:23.29] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:28.11] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:32.70] One more time\n[05:33.37] It's a ghetto, yeah\n[05:35.65] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:40.20] Hey, it's a ghetto\n[05:41.99] (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n[05:43.44] But we need to work on this other one, now\n[05:44.81] Let's get it tight\n[05:46.06] Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n[05:47.59] Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n[05:49.27] One, two, three, four\n[05:50.80] Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n[05:59.95] I wanna know\n[05:59.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2.5\n  duration_ms: 363757\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  start_ms: 770\n  end_ms: 2510\n- text: I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  start_ms: 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passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":22130607,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":73.392,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? 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please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? 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please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":16415968,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5","duration":361.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? 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Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5\n  duration_ms: 361440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":11704707,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (collector’s edition)","duration":361.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (collector’s edition)\n  duration_ms: 361000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":29465121,"name":"The Ghetto (feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\n'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\nThe world's a ghetto\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto (feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n  The world's a ghetto\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":28945306,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Face Of LA","duration":65.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n[02:24.39] So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n[02:27.33] Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n[02:30.00] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[02:35.17] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[02:37.76] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[02:40.29] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[02:44.80] The, the, the, the\n[02:51.20] I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n[02:53.57] My stories from valence to glory\n[02:55.39] Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n[02:57.04] In the gutter, brother despise brother\n[02:59.42] Throwing threats at each other\n[03:01.20] Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n[03:02.30] Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n[03:05.41] Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n[03:07.53] They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n[03:09.57] On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n[03:12.60] Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n[03:15.19] Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n[03:17.92] Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n[03:19.46] Playing cards and they bored\n[03:20.94] Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n[03:23.44] Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n[03:26.10] Your hood ain't no different from ours\n[03:28.05] We share the same dreams, same money\n[03:29.98] Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n[03:33.72] The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n[03:37.17] The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n[03:40.79] The world's a ghetto\n[03:42.57] Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n[03:52.05] Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n[03:55.16] Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n[03:58.21] He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n[04:00.99] Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n[04:03.61] I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n[04:06.33] Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n[04:08.98] Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n[04:11.57] That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n[04:14.29] You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n[04:16.83] Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n[04:19.43] Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n[04:21.95] Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n[04:24.80] Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n[04:27.44] If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n[04:30.09] And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n[04:32.83] (The ghetto)\n[04:44.01] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[04:48.20] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:50.77] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:53.33] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[05:00.14] The, the, the, the\n[05:04.59] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:06.51] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:09.39] It's a ghetto\n[05:11.53] (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n[05:13.56] We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n[05:23.09] This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n[05:24.67] He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n[05:25.92] Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n[05:34.73] Hey, one, two, three, four)\n[05:36.99] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:38.29] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:39.18] One more time\n[05:40.73] It's a ghetto, yeah\n[05:41.92] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:42.81] Hey, it's a ghetto\n[05:43.85] (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n[05:45.00] But we need to work on this other one, now\n[05:46.66] Let's get it tight\n[05:47.39] Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n[05:48.95] Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n[05:51.16] One, two, three, four\n[05:52.24] Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n[05:58.10] I wanna know\n[06:00.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Face Of LA\n  duration_ms: 65000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  start_ms: 1600\n  end_ms: 3460\n- text: I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  start_ms: 3460\n  end_ms: 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please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":38756595,"name":"I'm From the Ghetto","trackName":"I'm From the Ghetto","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Black Wallstreet, Volume 1","duration":73.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We the best\nI represent the hood\nI represent the ghetto\nI represent the people\nI represent you\nListen!\n\nAll the money in the world couldn't change me\nNo diamond rings or them fancy cars\nCause my niggas in the hood woulda let me\nHoller this because\n(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto\n(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects\nAll over the world and every hood they know\nI'm from the ghetto and 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ain't the first fool its cool with us\nBut why you living out your idols dreams\nRemember how for you came and help you keep those thangs\nNow its cool that your address changed\nBut I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number ain't the same\nI guess new homies came with his fame\nBut see true homies will stay the same\nThrough all the up's and down's in your career\nA couple wives few kids scattered here\nAnd when you dead or broke without a deal\nAll the groupies cleared\nThe ghetto will still be here\n\nAll the money in the world couldn't change me\nNo diamond rings or them fancy cars\nCause my niggas in the hood woulda let me\nHoller this because\n(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto\n(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects\nAll over the world and every hood they know\nI'm from the ghetto and that's fo sho'\n(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto\n(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects\nAll over the world and every hood they know\nI'm from the ghetto and that's fo 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Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? 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Let me break down the variables\n[04:16.83] Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n[04:19.43] Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n[04:21.95] Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n[04:24.80] Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n[04:27.44] If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n[04:30.09] And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n[04:32.83] (The ghetto)\n[04:44.01] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[04:48.20] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:50.77] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:53.33] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[05:00.14] The, the, the, the\n[05:04.59] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:06.51] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:09.39] It's a ghetto\n[05:11.53] (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n[05:13.56] We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n[05:23.09] This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n[05:24.67] He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n[05:25.92] Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n[05:34.73] Hey, one, two, three, four)\n[05:36.99] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:38.29] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:39.18] One more time\n[05:40.73] It's a ghetto, yeah\n[05:41.92] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:42.81] Hey, it's a ghetto\n[05:43.85] (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n[05:45.00] But we need to work on this other one, now\n[05:46.66] Let's get it tight\n[05:47.39] Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n[05:48.95] Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n[05:51.16] One, two, three, four\n[05:52.24] Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n[05:58.10] I wanna know\n[06:00.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game; 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please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":13641837,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game / will.i.am / Nas","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":361.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\nWhat's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game / will.i.am / Nas\n  album: The Documentary 2.5\n  duration_ms: 361000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":2415213,"name":"The Ghetto (feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\n'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\nThe world's a ghetto\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto (feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n  The world's a ghetto\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto (Ft. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":6579809,"name":"The Ghetto (Feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\n'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\nThe world's a ghetto\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  'Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n  The world's a ghetto\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? 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Let me break down the variables\n[04:17.06] Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n[04:19.56] Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n[04:22.23] Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n[04:24.95] Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n[04:27.73] If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n[04:30.33] And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n[04:36.34] (The ghetto)\n[04:40.04] \n[04:43.70] It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n[04:48.60] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:51.12] Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n[04:54.12] The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n[05:02.04] The, the, the, the\n[05:04.79] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:07.28] Uh, it's a ghetto\n[05:09.57] It's a ghetto\n[05:11.35] (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n[05:12.70] We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n[05:14.23] This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n[05:16.55] He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n[05:18.46] Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n[05:20.49] Hey, one, two, three, four)\n[05:23.29] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:28.11] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:32.70] One more time\n[05:33.37] It's a ghetto, yeah\n[05:35.65] It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n[05:40.20] Hey, it's a ghetto\n[05:41.99] (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n[05:43.44] But we need to work on this other one, now\n[05:44.81] Let's get it tight\n[05:46.06] Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n[05:47.59] Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n[05:49.27] One, two, three, four\n[05:50.80] Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n[05:59.95] I wanna know\n[05:59.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game feat. 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murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? 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please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":40216903,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game; will.i.am; Nas","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition)","duration":361.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\nI love you, stay with me, please, baby\nSomeone's coming, please, please\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\n\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nIt be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\nSame way they are in the middle of Nigeria\nEvery part of the whole world, there's an area\nThat, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\nThe blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\nNo different from Flint, Michigan\nLiving in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\nIt's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\nPretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\nInner cities the rich won't move to\nThe nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\nThe opposite of how these concentration camps are\n\nLow-income housing, it dwells murderers\nBut children don't qualify for health services\nThe bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\nLike they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nStreetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\nThey smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\nUsed to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\nWar to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\nThey mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\nAsked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\nSome of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\nOthers just watch us niggas drive up the block\n\nWe think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\nThey think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\nIt happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\nHappened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\nSometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n\nWhat's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\n\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\nAdapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\nMomma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\nHaving beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\nNow, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\nIf he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\nAnd all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n(The ghetto)\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nUh, it's a ghetto\nUh, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto\n(You gonna take that top note or what, man?\nWe gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\nThis motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\nHe's gonna come here drunk off that shit\nCome on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\nHey, one, two, three, four)\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nOne more time\nIt's a ghetto, yeah\nIt's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\nHey, it's a ghetto\n(Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\nBut we need to work on this other one, now\nLet's get it tight\nCome on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\nLet's make this shit happen man, come on)\nOne, two, three, four\nOh, oh, oh, took your love away\nI wanna know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Ghetto\n  artist: The Game; will.i.am; Nas\n  album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition)\n  duration_ms: 361482\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"},{"id":9787875,"name":"The Ghetto","trackName":"The Ghetto","artistName":"The Game feat. 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Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\nSo before we look outside, we gotta look within\nCause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\nIt seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nOh, the whole world is a ghetto\nThe ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\nThe, the, the, the\n\nI'm from the project buildings, high stories\nMy stories from valence to glory\nDog-eat-dog world, gory\nIn the gutter, brother despise brother\nThrowing threats at each other\nBroken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\nAlcoholics, narcotics, organized\nFamilies sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\nThey bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\nOn his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\nKidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\nStealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\nRubber bands on they Grams, what?\nPlaying cards and they bored\nMembers of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\nBlock parties, fools stamp debit cards\nYour hood ain't no different from ours\nWe share the same dreams, same money\nSame clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\nThe world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\nThe world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\nThe world's a ghetto\n\nMe and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\nBoth classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\nFlow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\nHe told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\nHip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\nI ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\nGrew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\nMe and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\nThat's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\nYou got a minute, my nigga? 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293330\n- text: The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  start_ms: 293330\n  end_ms: 300140\n- text: The, the, the, the\n  start_ms: 300140\n  end_ms: 304590\n- text: Uh, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 304590\n  end_ms: 306510\n- text: Uh, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 306510\n  end_ms: 309390\n- text: It's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 309390\n  end_ms: 311530\n- text: (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  start_ms: 311530\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 323090\n- text: This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  start_ms: 323090\n  end_ms: 324670\n- text: He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  start_ms: 324670\n  end_ms: 325920\n- text: Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  start_ms: 325920\n  end_ms: 334730\n- text: Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  start_ms: 334730\n  end_ms: 336990\n- text: It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 336990\n  end_ms: 338290\n- text: It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 338290\n  end_ms: 339180\n- text: One more time\n  start_ms: 339180\n  end_ms: 340730\n- text: It's a ghetto, yeah\n  start_ms: 340730\n  end_ms: 341920\n- text: It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 341920\n  end_ms: 342810\n- text: Hey, it's a ghetto\n  start_ms: 342810\n  end_ms: 343850\n- text: (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  start_ms: 343850\n  end_ms: 345000\n- text: But we need to work on this other one, now\n  start_ms: 345000\n  end_ms: 346660\n- text: Let's get it tight\n  start_ms: 346660\n  end_ms: 347390\n- text: Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  start_ms: 347390\n  end_ms: 348950\n- text: Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  start_ms: 348950\n  end_ms: 351160\n- text: One, two, three, four\n  start_ms: 351160\n  end_ms: 352240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  start_ms: 352240\n  end_ms: 358100\n- text: I wanna know\n  start_ms: 358100\n  end_ms: 360640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 360640\nplain: |-\n  Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby\n  I love you, stay with me, please, baby\n  Someone's coming, please, please\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia\n  Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria\n  Every part of the whole world, there's an area\n  That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle\n  The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent\n  No different from Flint, Michigan\n  Living in the D, checking in with the pimps and them\n  It's similar to O-Town, in the Southern Peninsula\n  Pretty city, skyscrapers will fool you, look through to\n  Inner cities the rich won't move to\n  The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard\n  The opposite of how these concentration camps are\n  Low-income housing, it dwells murderers\n  But children don't qualify for health services\n  The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations\n  Like they spraying Estée Lauder on sanitation\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Streetlights come on, cop cars' lights flicker\n  They smoke us like cigarettes, need a light, nigga?\n  Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas\n  War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures\n  They mix us like mimosas, hang us on wanted posters\n  Asked for license and registration with they gun out the holster\n  Some of us guilty, some of us not, some of us filthy rich\n  Others just watch us niggas drive up the block\n  We think we keeping it one hundred coming back to the hood\n  They think we flossin' money, so they pull a ratchet: what's good?\n  It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L\n  Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat\n  Sometimes it's internal, happens to you before you happen to bleed\n  What's beef? Cops killing niggas dead in the streets\n  So before we look outside, we gotta look within\n  Cause, now, we the dinosaurs, I think the world 'bout to end\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  I'm from the project buildings, high stories\n  My stories from valence to glory\n  Dog-eat-dog world, gory\n  In the gutter, brother despise brother\n  Throwing threats at each other\n  Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters\n  Alcoholics, narcotics, organized\n  Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive\n  They bagging up drugs with plastic gloves\n  On his way to the top with his cash, he shrugs\n  Kidnappers, degenerate thieves and gamblers\n  Stealing, panhandlers, wrapping grams up\n  Rubber bands on they Grams, what?\n  Playing cards and they bored\n  Members of gangs, living by and dying by the sword\n  Block parties, fools stamp debit cards\n  Your hood ain't no different from ours\n  We share the same dreams, same money\n  Same clothes and cars, instead we get the same jail bars\n\n  The world's a ghetto, the world's a ghetto\n  The world's a ghetto (Ghetto)\n  The world's a ghetto\n\n  Me and God's son, jumping out of project buildings in black parachutes\n  Both classic, both ride through the hood in a pair of coupes\n  Flow sick, mix the Henny with the Theraflu\n  He told me I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you?\n  Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two\n  I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables\n  Grew up, spent the whole middle school in the same pair of shoes\n  Me and my brother sharing shoes, my childhood was terrible\n  That's why I spend nights on the rooftop, smoking medical\n  You got a minute, my nigga? Let me break down the variables\n  Adapted to my surroundings, flow better than I used to\n  Momma, this for us buyers, for the days I wore FUBU\n  Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga\n  Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas\n  If he the God's son, then I must be the prophet\n  And all this \"King of L.A.\" shit, you niggas need to stop it\n  (The ghetto)\n\n  It seems like everywhere I go, everybody's in a struggle\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  Oh, the whole world is a ghetto\n  The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto\n  The, the, the, the\n\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  Uh, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto\n  (You gonna take that top note or what, man?\n  We gonna do this harmony or we gonna do it right\n  This motherfucker Chuck gonna come here swinging\n  He's gonna come here drunk off that shit\n  Come on, now, let's get it right, tighten up, nigga\n  Hey, one, two, three, four)\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  One more time\n  It's a ghetto, yeah\n  It's a ghetto, it's a ghetto\n  Hey, it's a ghetto\n  (Alright, alright, alright, that sound good\n  But we need to work on this other one, now\n  Let's get it tight\n  Come on, Lyrica, JC, Pharaoh\n  Let's make this shit happen man, come on)\n  One, two, three, four\n  Oh, oh, oh, took your love away\n  I wanna know\n"}]