Deliver

Album: Tetsuo and Youth (2015)
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  • Ay, thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun
    All in the ears of the ghetto young
    Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons
    Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun
    I always wondered where the ghetto from
    'Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come
    But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung
    But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won
    That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done
    They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none
    We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run
    We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb
    These niggas off that ghetto beer
    And that ghetto rum and that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums
    And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems
    Get ghetto sums, that's why

    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too much dope
    Too many niggas on the porch
    So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
    Pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas on the block
    Too many niggas gettin shot
    So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas gettin robbed
    Niggas don't wanna starve but
    "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Deliver, deliver, deliver

    Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day
    'Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway
    Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way
    Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed
    The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate
    And a place where ethnicity determines your placement
    A place that defines your station
    Remind you niggas your place is the basement
    White people in the attic
    Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts
    White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic
    All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'?
    Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV
    So don't say its politics when you see me
    When you gon' apologize for your CD
    Nigga that don't match red and black to a GD

    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too much dope
    Too many niggas on the porch
    So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
    Pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas on the block
    Too many niggas gettin shot
    So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas gettin robbed
    Niggas don't wanna starve but
    "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Deliver, deliver, deliver

    Can I get delivered from the sin
    And get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again
    Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion
    Or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz
    Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic
    So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends
    You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter
    Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin
    That's a deep dish
    Chicago style get the peace stick
    Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch
    Pay into the plate then I put it in your face
    I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with
    No Giordano or Di Giorno
    Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro
    Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top
    And shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle

    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too much dope
    Too many niggas on the porch
    So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no)
    Pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas on the block
    Too many niggas gettin shot
    So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow)
    The pizza man don't come here no more
    Too many niggas gettin robbed
    Niggas don't wanna starve but
    "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah"
    The pizza man don't come here no more (here no more)
    Deliver, deliver, deliver (no more, no no no no no no no)

    So sad 'cause the pizza man don't follow with us no more
    (No no no no no, no no no, ay, yeah) Writer/s: Maurice Thomas, P. Jones, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Wasalu Jaco
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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