Ghetto Knows Lyrics

Kool G Rap


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Joe Davis, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson
album: Track 9 in album 4, 5, 6
release date: 1995-9-26
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length: 4:30

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Kool G Rap 4, 5, 6 cover art
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[Chorus: x2]
Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows)

[Kool G. Rap]
New York New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
**** gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids slangin' rocks
And holdin' glocks stolen from the cops to get props

You gotta split a top on the regular
Or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six feet under

You know it ain't no jokin' when the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin' 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)

Or make a run for it there's too many to tackle
The Big Apple will put your *** on ice like a Snapple
So even though I rap I gots to stay strapped
*****s act up I back up (PI-YAH)

I bust a cap inside your ****in' hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops

(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the bigger *****z runnin'
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin'
To push a ***** wig back, and leave his *** flat on his back

The **********in' ghetto knows, and it's like that

[Chorus]

[Kool G. Rap]
Today's headlines, another ***** dead
Six to the body and fo' to the head
Followed the red ***** in the bed full of lead
A drug-related case and now the place is filled with Feds

Ramshacked the shack, disclose 'bout two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate surprise
With blown out brains, to drop stains on his eyes

Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two news
Watchin' his family goin' through all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin' deeper
Nothin' left in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper

Police are takin' [unknown] snapshots, scoop up some blood drops
Pull out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat

Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk around the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the green
Died at the age of seventeen

[Chorus]

[Kool G. Rap]
Strollin' the concrete, packin' my heat, walkin' the backstreets
I seen *****z pull up, peepin' me out the side a black Jeep
Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin' if I'm slippin'
Steady cockin' my **** cause I already got the clip in

Now who's the first ***** to run up, here they come up
The block hardrocks with glocks rollin' holdin' they guns up
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the chest
***** should of wore a vest but now his *** is put to rest

But now I got three mo' *****z, pullin triggers
Strays are ricochetin' off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin' bigger caps?
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS

No haps, G. Rap ain't goin' out like a sucker
I reloaded the shot and dropped another ************
Quick, I duck and **** to dodge the bullets comin' at me
'Cause I won't be too happy with a slug inside my nappy

Two more *****z left, they scared to death, but I'm leary
**** gets kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me
I went between two cars, lettin' off the quarter pound
I see another body fallin' down to the ground

Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead
Standin' over his *** I put two more inside his head
That's three *****z down, only got one ***** to go
I gots to send his *** to the gravedigger so

I lay low in the cut and wait for moneygrip to slip up
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his *** stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain dead out
The back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down

Right on the **********in' streets that he dwelled

[Repeat Chorus]


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 4, 5, 6
  • 3 It's a Shame
  • 4 Take 'em to War
  • 5 Executioner Style
  • 6 For da Brothaz
  • 7 Blowin' Up in the World
  • 8 Fast Life
  • 9 Ghetto Knows
  • 10 It's a Shame (Da Butcher's mix)
  • 11 Money on My Brain