Ghetto Boss

Written by Douglas Firestein

Better count your blessings
Pawn off anything that sells
Give the money to your mama
Before I ring your sucka bells

Make a call to insurance
Gotta cash out that premium
Time to auction off your soul
Its the only way you leavin’ here

I’m gonna bend you like a machine
Spread you like a cross
Make you pray for mercy
I’ll be your ghetto boss
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna be your ghetto boss)

Better drop some names
Before I turn off this mic
Snitching on your friends
Gonna save your sucka life

Draw me a map of the town
The places they store the goods
Or this gun goes in your mouth
Just another statistic in the hood

I’m gonna bend you like a machine
Spread you like a cross
Make you pray for mercy
I’ll be your ghetto boss
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna be your ghetto boss)

You only get one chance
To right the wrongs in life
But you chose to protect them
So now you gonna die!
(You gonna die)

I’m gonna bend you like a machine
Spread you like a cross
Make you pray for mercy
I’ll be your ghetto boss
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna)
(He’s gonna be your ghetto boss)