POS:
  (Mary had a little lamb)
  That's a fib, she had two twins though
  And one crib
  Now she's only fourteen, what a start
  But this defect is ground common in these parts
  Now life in this world can be such a bitch
  And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch
  Negative's the attitude that runs the show
  When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-o
  
  DOVE:
  Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
  Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
  But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
  And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk
  Infested are the halls, also the brains
  Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
  Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown
  The kids are all alone
  'Cause it's just the ghetto thang
  
  IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)
  
  POS:
  Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
  This title is sought by the coolest fool
  Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
  Attention in the largest span and loves to lead
  Always found at the jams, but never dance
  Just provoke violence due to one glance
  The future plays no matter, just the present flow
  When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O
  
  DOVE:
  Lies are pointed strong into your skull
  Deep within your brain against the wall
  To hide or just erase the glowing note
  Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat
  Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar
  Those who blame the G for all bizarre
  So open up your vents and record well
  For this is where we stand, for the true tell
  Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
  Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play
  If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto rage
  Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change
  Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
  They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
  To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
  The truth they never told
  'Cause it's just the ghetto thang
  
  IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)
  
  POS:
  Do people really wish when they blow
  Out the cake candles, and if so
  Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
  >From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
  Roses in the ring supply their shown releif
  Granted it's planted by their shown beleif
  Kill and feed off your own brother man
  Has quickly been adopted as the master plan
  Posses of our people has yet to provoke
  Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke
  What causes this defect, I don't know
  Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O
  
  IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)
  
  Standing in the rain is nothing felt
  When problems hold more value, but never dealt with
  Buildings crumbling to the ground
  Impact noise is solid sound
  But who's the one to say this life is wrong
  When ghetto life is chosen strong
  We seem to be misled about our dreams
  But dreams ain't what it seems
  When it's just the ghetto thang
  
  IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)