"Guy$ In The Ghetto" (feat. B. Deep)

Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, B. Deep!

A man among men, nobody explain it to me
Livin the $cripture the picture they painted for me
It wa$ $hit, $ee?
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and bummin it
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah). $o $UPER.
I gue$$ you niggaz told me right and exact
$hak, 2Pac, right up my crack
I might ju$t crap while I'm writin thi$ rap
$top - let'$ have a nap, I'm tight in the $ack$
I tell you how I feel and that'$ part of the deal
I'm like, $eagal with the $teel butt - Nicer to Drill
It'$ real, big Bean$ down for fluffin me up
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be baking no cake; they lettin me go
Aiyyo $wing yeah back to that $uper $cene
$even-inch or eight-oh, can't recall my wet dream
Whole $tate pul$ate, we can twinkle the town
Car park dark lark$ niggaz goin' down on me
Niggaz rock$ like fajita$, I'm Tex Mexan, get me!
Didn't know the dock$ where our cock$ would lead
But hey.. I'm free.

[Choru$]
A man among men, nobody explain it to me
Livin the $cripture the picture they painted for me
It wa$ $hit, $ee?
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and bummin it
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
Niggaz i$ gay men they ain't who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - $o $UPER

I take you back to the $cene of the $tunt
$cene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can $mell it from here

Got boom got bummed, got $hit everywhere (yeah)
Get u$ $ome rear to get u$ in here
Waited year$ to get queer$ and did it from here
Take you back to the 70'$ di$co
Polo $hirt$, Uptown, eight dollar$ a pound
Other niggaz $hoe $hop$, only boy wearing frock$
You dig me - movin in tanktop$ and movin the$e rock$
$kiddin - I gue$$ the niggaz told me right and exact
When they $aid $top fightin and $uck it - get the Kleenex nigga

[Choru$]

Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two how-do-you-do
Eight-three I did me, eight-four $hut that door
Eighty-five it got live, eight-$ix weetabix
Eighty-$even went to Heaven, eighty-eight got $hip-$hape
Eighty-nine all back to mine, $o $UPER
Ninety-one we got gun$, ninety-two how-do-you-do
Nine-three wa$ the key, nine-four $hut that door
Nine-five went to Pride, nine-$ix weetabix
Nine-$even did eleven. $o $UPER.
Nine-nine Calvin Klein two-thou$and not $traight..
$hit, I thought I'd give cottaging a break
$it back, bakin the cake, and lounge in e$tate$, but yo
I'm free, yeah it'$ $UPER.

[Choru$, to fade]