[Onyx - all talking]
  Official Nast'! Word is bond
  Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy
  Word up, Official, Official, Official, Official
  Word up, check me, I'm the Official, Nastee
  It's like that, yeah it's like this
  Son hold up, what up what up
  We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond
  Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon..
  
  [Fredro Starr]
  A lot of things have changed since I grown up
  Half my brothers got locked, half got blown UP!
  From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street
  But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat
  SEE THERE'S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice there
  Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!
  My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorway
  Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT!
  We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just
  tryin to stay warm, sippin ?Easy? Jesus!
  Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin
  They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)
  There's days I can't remember like the 6th of December
  I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)
  This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers
  Heard from Tamika, he's gettin buried in a speaker
  cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced
  She not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hit
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
  Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
  Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto
  Hell no, it's everywhere you go!
  
  [Sonsee]
  I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle
  Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow
  Just look around, EVERYWHERE, it's despair
  It ain't no care here, and good times is rare
  or seldom last long, they always fadin
  when my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)
  Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic
  Too realistic, we goin this QUICK!
  The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?)
  Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spread
  Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet
  Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead
  Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least
  Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!
  
  [Onyx]
  Yo.. HEY!
  cause where I'm from, the good die young
  The sky is grey, we never see the sun
  The ghetto life, is live and let live
  on the day to day..
  
  [Sticky Fingaz]
  It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand
  Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man
  So he did what any kid woulda done
  Went into the closet, got his pop's gun
  Who need enemy when you got family?
  It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)
  See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment
  Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
  Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin
  Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!)
  Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin
  But where you gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO!
  You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW
  You can't run from your own shadow
  
  Chorus
  
  {*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}
  
  [Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X)
  
  {*ad libs and "Official Nast'!" to fade*}