[Intro: Ghetts]
I'm live in the booth
No lies, just truth
2000 & Life, it's proof
And yeah, I did time as a yout
But now my focus like snipers on a roof
On a roof like a sniper writing on the roof
Lighting up a zoot
I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose
Mind of a troop, knife in my boots
Try me, I'm loose; likely I'll shoot
Let the slugs fly then fry in your kuff
And, by the way, 2000 & Life
Was worth every pound you could find
Are you ready? I'm ready
I said are you ready? I was fucking born ready
See, you with me, n***a? Cock that!
Right now, this one's a Player G production, yeah? Get in tune to 2000 & Life, know what's popping off. Hold tight my n***a Kano. Hold tight my n***a Demon. Hold tight Lightnin. N***as better know what's going on, ya know. Hold tight Avalanche, yeah? It's a fucking wrap out here, yeah? Fucking wrap, yeah? I've heard your bullshit mixtapes. Listen

[Verse 1]
They don't know about Ghetto, I'm
Hearing talk about Ghetto, but they don't know my background
I'll never back down, smoke brown or back clowns
I guess I'm just too damn proud
I stack pounds, clap rounds, and act foul (like)
Hands that'll [?] in a man's house (like)
Mad frown, cap down in the back town
Slap down that clown, I've got that clout (like, like)
Yeah, that's foul
Two-four and it's all careless now
Run up on your parents' house
Take more than a fair share, then bounce
Break laws, I don't fear Blair, swear down
Break jaws and I scare brehs with accounts
Face war with the rer-ter that I found
Break whores with their ears pierced, then I'm out
Then I'm out, then I'm out, and I roll with a mouthful of gold
Out in the cold, yeah, I'm out for the dough
Out and about, never out without dro
Now I'm out of the pen, I be out for the hoes
I'm about with n***as that are down in my zone
Robbing and shotting it, then we're counting the pro'
Everybody's like 'what were they listening to? What were they listening to?
[Chorus]
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes

[Verse 2]
I'm G-H-E-double-T-O
Behave or say the peace through your keyhole
Three days, you'll be in need of a chiro
He's late? You'll be the first in a deep hole
These days, I be with your niece getting deep throat
She states: "please me, I wanna be choked"
Weekdays, we rave, brandy and sweet Coke
I'm so ghetto, they banned me from Heathrow
Everyday, I'm angry, I need notes
Starving, leave home without barfing
Same clothes from last week, I'm not charming
Dark skin with a dark grin and a dark grim
Yeah, keep thinking I can't swing
Nope, I'm the king of the ras' ring
Lose inna nuttin' but I think of the past, king
I'm moving quick, cutting and blasting
And I've got n***as running and asking
How come I leave home with a gun and a sharp thing?
I'm from a mean zone, ducking and chancing
With n***as that deal coke for money and fast things
From Plaistow to the slums of Barking
Guns are barking, I'm done with talking
[Chorus]
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes

[Verse 3]
Ghetto ain't just my name, it's my frame of mind
I've been ghetto since eight or nine
Running away from po', running [?]
Fifteen, I was like "Mummy, I'm making dough"
But that's in [?]
And for more than a couple of days, I hoped
That I'd be back in the gutter and taking phones
Back with the nutters, I'm breaking bones
Recognised I'm naughty by nature
Ghettofied, who you calling a faker?
Selling white to be balling, it ain't fun
Getting high in the morning, I blaze punk
[?]
Telling guys that are talking of [?]
[?]
Pedal bikes that will walk and the heat buss
Or fights in the morning, hear the 8 bus
Every time I come around, I create fuss
I used to stay up to make bucks
But now I make dubs that make bucks
And n***as are cross
Like my Huaraches are laced up, so
You was in the army for eight months?
That don't make you a soldier
In your headback, I'll put two and it's over
[Chorus]
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes
G-H-E-double-T and O
My heart ain't nuttin' but freezing cold
I always walk with the heat on road
And all I really want is Ps and hoes