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Prince Markie Dee and the Soul Convention - Ghetto Bound Lyrics



Prince Markie Dee and the Soul Convention - Ghetto Bound Lyrics




Yeah.. Mark, Mark, Mark the Shark

Here we go.. pay attention boys and girls

Dig it



Now let's set the scene, the year is eighty-two

I gotta make a stop at the boom spot then go get some brew

A quart of Olde E, no time to sip so I chug

Puff a blunt as a chaser now it's time to bug

Got the raven two-five, inside of my denim

Some said I was the child with the devil in him

But all that bull I ain't tryin to hear

It's all about gainin respect from my peers

So give me what I worked so long and hard for

Cause you'll never meet a brother more hardcore

A good head on my shoulders but I'm ghetto bound

I got heart, step to this, and catch a beatdown

Walkin with a chip, tryin to knock it off

Steppin like a champ with loot in my pocket

So, punks plays hard, understand that they givin though

respect by a brother whose lifestyle is livin low



Yeah.. here we go, dig it



Well as life moved on, things got more hectic

Things were worth more than just respect

I would snatch money bags and boost at Macy's

And never get caught, when the cops would chase me

See I was livin life like a comic book villain

Gettin in trouble when I shoulda been chillin

For nine-to-five workers it was hell

Cause when they got paid, I got paid as well

Cashin checks and now tax at gunpoint

I did it for the money, excitement and fun point

the finger or talk to the law and I'll blast ya

Play "Silence of the Lambs" when they ask ya

It didn't matter cause my moms was scared of me

And she was never there to take care of me

Some said I was livin too fast, I had to SLOW down

Livin like a kid in the shadows - I'm low down



Yeah.. rough!

Check it out..

We gonna break it down one time this lil' funky break here

Here we go - take me back to school, dig it



Check it out, check it out



Locked up for the first time I gotta play the tough role

I'm doin ten for a body up North yo

I'm forced to shank this kid with a ice pick

A little brother never steppin from conflict

Some wanna test me and some wanna own me

I'm still snuffin out chumps to be known B

I gotta live for self and that's scary

You see I only feel safe in solitary

I never regret or feel guilt, cause I was forced to

take what I had play bad because you

never understood me or what I came past

Don't you know those other kids takin the same path

But I can handle it, well in stride

The only difference is I'm locked inside

Take it like a champ, and I'll never show no frown

Cause I'ma be the hardest kid you ever seen low down



Yeah

Don't feel no mercy, don't feel pity

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, peace
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Yeah.. Mark, Mark, Mark the Shark

Here we go.. pay attention boys and girls

Dig it



Now let's set the scene, the year is eighty-two

I gotta make a stop at the boom spot then go get some brew

A quart of Olde E, no time to sip so I chug

Puff a blunt as a chaser now it's time to bug

Got the raven two-five, inside of my denim

Some said I was the child with the devil in him

But all that bull I ain't tryin to hear

It's all about gainin respect from my peers

So give me what I worked so long and hard for

Cause you'll never meet a brother more hardcore

A good head on my shoulders but I'm ghetto bound

I got heart, step to this, and catch a beatdown

Walkin with a chip, tryin to knock it off

Steppin like a champ with loot in my pocket

So, punks plays hard, understand that they givin though

respect by a brother whose lifestyle is livin low



Yeah.. here we go, dig it



Well as life moved on, things got more hectic

Things were worth more than just respect

I would snatch money bags and boost at Macy's

And never get caught, when the cops would chase me

See I was livin life like a comic book villain

Gettin in trouble when I shoulda been chillin

For nine-to-five workers it was hell

Cause when they got paid, I got paid as well

Cashin checks and now tax at gunpoint

I did it for the money, excitement and fun point

the finger or talk to the law and I'll blast ya

Play "Silence of the Lambs" when they ask ya

It didn't matter cause my moms was scared of me

And she was never there to take care of me

Some said I was livin too fast, I had to SLOW down

Livin like a kid in the shadows - I'm low down



Yeah.. rough!

Check it out..

We gonna break it down one time this lil' funky break here

Here we go - take me back to school, dig it



Check it out, check it out



Locked up for the first time I gotta play the tough role

I'm doin ten for a body up North yo

I'm forced to shank this kid with a ice pick

A little brother never steppin from conflict

Some wanna test me and some wanna own me

I'm still snuffin out chumps to be known B

I gotta live for self and that's scary

You see I only feel safe in solitary

I never regret or feel guilt, cause I was forced to

take what I had play bad because you

never understood me or what I came past

Don't you know those other kids takin the same path

But I can handle it, well in stride

The only difference is I'm locked inside

Take it like a champ, and I'll never show no frown

Cause I'ma be the hardest kid you ever seen low down



Yeah

Don't feel no mercy, don't feel pity

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, peace
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Writer: D. JOHNSON, M. MORALES, M. ROONEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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