J. Walker - Ghetto ( How U Act ) lyrics

(Verse 1) Take my time n***a I'm go head & take my time ...b**h Ima go head break it down to you This the wrong kid here be faking on sh** ... For sakes & mind... Ima lose mine just incompromise ...Damn dude tied into 95s sam Dammit true science will not decline kam Maybe I'm .. Crazy as a mf Lately I'm ... The Ribbon in the sky & the taste of wine With division in the mind sh** the chase is on (what up ) I got my cut up I got my southern sh** recovered On the block Getting numbers sh** from nothing b**h remember (Chorus) How U gon act With a bunch of nice clothes And a lot of nice things Yea n***a I know And a chick from Chiraq Yea we kick it like Tae bo And any n***a what it getting blasted Just don't call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 This for the Ghetto And when you make it Just don't forget the Ghetto (Verse 2) I just want to say RIP to Rell & hold up let me take the time out Shout out to my loves up there living in heaven & Hold up let me read the fine print Before I sign my soul & allegiance to hell & Lord please forgive me I'm just trying Make a life out of nothing we tell Ourselves everything wrong Preparing these songs It's been in clarity time I married these rhymes Familiar we not With them charity give aways n***a I wouldn't do any day even If I got penny weight sacks of fifths On the interstate tryna get rid of that Ride for my n***as ... Die my n***as & last thing is bank Ball my n***a I'ma get to the top & take all my n***as out the (Chorus) How U gon act With a bunch of nice clothes And a lot of nice things Yea n***a I know And a chick from Chiraq Yea we kick it like Tae bo And any n***a what it getting blasted Just don't call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 Don't Call 5-0 This for the Ghetto And when you make it Just don't forget the Ghetto (Verse 3) I'm straight though Never give it back Don't take hoe On that 3rd strike like Hope Jeez now might Save you Where he at ? Whip the water Where he stand Look ya tortured In the minute This the mural Mona Lisa On the portrait On the floor just Flipping doubles With the trouble On my waist Dipping several Living thural Sit & watch Lift the treble Throw the ba** in Get the block Get the gloc Keep it low Which the cops Be supposed That we the boys & we the Law & we are from the Ghetto