[ad-libs]  Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga  Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit  Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh..    [verse]  I bet you look at things from a different perspective  When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get  A couple'll lift a detective  And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective  All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive  About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive  Nigga, I'm in a aqua five  With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives  I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky  Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5  The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches  To open they legs wider than a field goal post  Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it  Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets  The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes  Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets  The flow is so sick, sooner or later  These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags  The coke get flew on planes monthly  And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country  And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me  I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions  Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes  Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka    [ad-libs]  Yeah, Ghetto...  Fab, nigga, uh..  Uh, Street Family..  Uh, pay attention, y'all..  Please, uh, yeah..  You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care  Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear  Uh huh, yeah..  Uh.. uh.. yeah..  Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..  Uh, let's get this money, y'all..  Let's get this money, y'all..  Uh, uh, uhhh..    [fades out]