[Verse 1] (Pow x30) Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun All in the ears of the ghetto young Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun I always wondered where the ghetto from Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems Get ghetto sums That's why... [Hook] The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver [Verse 2] Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate And a place where ethnicity determines your placement A place that defines your station Remind you niggas your place is the basement White people in the attic Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'? Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV So don't say its politics when you see me When you gon' apologize for your CD Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD [Hook] [Verse 3] Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin That's a deep dish Chicago style get the peace stick Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch Pay into the plate then I put it in your face I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with No Giordano or Di Giorno Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle [Hook]
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