Yo for truly we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)

Yeah This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem

All the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it down

And took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wives

Poor Righteous Teachers representing the nine

It's like that and you don't stop

She's like cocaine running around my brain

Miss Ghetto be like cocaine, running around your brain

I know some crack slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankers

They soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murder strangers

They live for danger, they express the "I a Nigga"

Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers

The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wessons

Unlike the 80's, ladies packing 680's(?)

The shit is crazy, but it's like the ghetto babies

They gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravy

I thought that maybe I could show them that other way G

of Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birth

From death to life, teaching niggas of every type

The wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trife

The black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteen

The pursuit of it can make savages out of kings

Cause blush, to live with these niggas is in a rush

In God they trust, so they sell crack to us

Lust for what whitey got and whitey has

Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash

To look thrash, to driving the latest jags

To rock rags made by Italian fags

See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit

But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing you bitch

Bust it

Chorus:

I ain't marrying Miss Ghetto again

First chance I get to bounce world life I'm bouncing (x2)