[Chorus]  In this world I'm gon' pity  I was raised in the ghetto-out the city  (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)  In this world I'm gon' pity  I was raised in the ghetto-out the city  (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)    [Verse 1]  Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)  I got payed in the (ghetto)  alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto)  alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto)  got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal  I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game  they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change  now it's eight years later and I run shit  kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit  and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg  you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers  I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper  you wonder why I never mix and mingle  I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single  and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin  and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'    [Chorus]  In this world I'm gon' pity  I was raised in the ghetto-out the city  (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)    [Verse 2]  My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers  cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble  everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care  shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto)  'cause ya'll greedy ass fuck  niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck  you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood  cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood  it's understood that more paper, bring more haters  everybody wanna coach but we need more players  in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis  I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces    [Chorus]  In this world I'm gon' pity  I was raised in the ghetto-out the city  (Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)    Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]