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Theory Hazit - U R Ghetto '06
(from the album Thuh Pillage : Theory Hazit Deleted Scenes)
© copyright 2006


Youíre listening to Thuh Pillage Volume 1, Theory Hazit, come on
Yeah, thatís right, we keeps it ghetto, yeah, like drinking Kool-Aid out of a pickle jar

(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto if your throwback is fake
And you keep calling your mix CD a mixtape
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto when you say that Iím hot
And then you go buy the same equipment that I got
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto if you got a wack flow
And you forced to sell Little John glasses at a show
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto if youíre still trying to rap
And everybody that you know lets you know that you wack
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto if youíre tight with your cheese
And you insist on getting a beat from me for free
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto when you put God in a box
And you start a rumor like God canít use hip-hop
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto when you canít admit you proud
And you think itís a racist spirit up in the underground
(You know youíre ghetto)
You know youíre ghetto when you know I donít own a gun
And you see me in the Ďburbs and you assume thatís where Iím from

And, by the way, you are biting

(HIDDEN TRACK)

A certified dirty south banger
??? couldnít spit it any stranger
Music from the chamber, evil-doers in danger
Kentucky Wildcats mount up with the Texas Ranger
Letís go, you got beef, letís go
Settle it in the ghetto, where thereís plenty lost souls
With Christ in my mouth, a microphone in my hand
I pillage on the flesh like this is the illest it get
Jump into the crossfire where youíre sure to get wet
Living water splashed like the hurricane on your set
So donít talk about battle, cuz you scared of your own shadow
If trouble came your way, you would get gone skedaddle
Thatís how a coward travels, Iím the number one gun
You looking down at the barrel, when I blast, I spread love
Taking your pride for collateral, word to Fred B
Theory Hazit show Dead Prez how to get free

Letís go, you got beef, letís go
You got, you got beef, letís go
Letís go, you wanna steez, letís go
Letís go get free, letís go

Yeah, the battle crowd battle fanatic
Theory Hazit, burning mics is a habit
(2x)