Horses in the Ghetto lyrics

[Chorus]
They came on a horseback, to the ghetto

[Verse 1: Prof]
Hello little boy, take this canteen
Double barreled shotgun, ever c*cked one, shot one
Tried to stay alive till the cops come?
Young P'll take the city by force
Got impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse
My gear
The whole sh*t's coated with explosives, the post-it's set to blow off your noses
36 dynamite sticks ‘round me kinda like ribs, I'ma light this b*tch
I am your city's new Don
Whether or not you got ya shoes on or your roof's gone let's move on
I bet your sick of all that lame sh*t
That's why I came to murder everybody that they came with
Pyong, shoot, bang bang

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: St. Paul Slim]
Let's do it
I'm a musical genius
My turn now, everybody is feindish
And you can tell I'm dope, look at the fiends
And the way I make ‘em act like heathens be screamin’
Fly misses all over the p*nis
One zero's on that american dream sh*t
My game’s seamless, and I’m seasoned
I got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it
West to east coast
At the crib, shorty gave me Barry White head
You know, "Deep throat,"
And you know the flow, colder than a cheap coat
Dead Minnesota when I'm walkin' three feet of snow
I came through on a horse in a duster
Sawed off shotgun, lookin’ for you busters
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Prof]
My style thus far is up charged, up like a bus card
Why you think I cuss hard?
Young P is at sea, an athlete
MC test me, you wind up in the tenth seat
Back row of the Astro Cats, is Del Castro cast rated capped from the whack flow
as*h*le, b*tches
I'm riding on your horse, through your town for the Christmas
OK, I’m OJ, Don Quixote
Jose, caught shop lifting many Rolaids
I'm from a different land where I am the man
Hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand
'Cause young Prof is a first born kid, right?

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: St. Paul Slim]
Howdy, my magnums c*m laud-y
Pull this b*tch out and watch y'all be Audi
5000 and then I upgrade
Party time, oops i just spilled some nutmeg
On your girls blouse, i'm in your girls house
Chris Brown beat it till I sweat her damn curl out. (Ella)
And then I swirl out, I got sh*t to do
Like Ben Affleck I’m not that into you
I’m a rolling stone, with a mobile phone
I ride horses, and you’ll never find my fortress
Take me out where the chorus is
[Chorus]


[Outro Dialogue]
[St. Paul Slim]
Yeah, b*tches
[Prof]
I think i like this town Slim
[St. Paul Slim]
Yeah, we should set up shop
[Prof]
They even got the Dapper Dan I like
[St. Paul Slim]
They got till high noon to get the f*ck outta town, or it's goin' down!
We don't need no more wack sh*t
[Prof]
I seen a damsel in distress over there, you know what I'm sayin' with a nice dress and I might talk to her
[St. Paul Slim]
Mosey on over here and see what's crackin'
See this musket?
[Prof]
It's for you b*tch