[ad-libs]
  Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga
  Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
  Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh..
  
  [verse]
  I bet you look at things from a different perspective
  When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
  A couple'll lift a detective
  And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective
  All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
  About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive
  Nigga, I'm in a aqua five
  With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives
  I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
  Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
  The squad'll still hold toast, and get these bitches
  To open they legs wider than a field goal post
  Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
  Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
  The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes
  Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
  The flow is so sick, sooner or later
  These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
  The coke get flew on planes monthly
  And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
  And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
  I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
  Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
  Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka
  
  [ad-libs]
  Yeah, Ghetto...
  Fab, nigga, uh..
  Uh, Street Family..
  Uh, pay attention, y'all..
  Please, uh, yeah..
  You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
  Send ya clothes with the check or I don't wear
  Uh huh, yeah..
  Uh.. uh.. yeah..
  Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..
  Uh, let's get this money, y'all..
  Let's get this money, y'all..
  Uh, uh, uhhh..
  
  [fades out]