(X4)These are my ghetto fairytales...These are my ghetto fairytalesSit back and just listen to what I'm spittin' cause I'm coldI'm straight reminiscing on all my niggas dead and goneSee when I was young I was just so dumb and didn't knowHow quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soulI play with them niggas that like to live it by the chaseThey told me whatever you do just keep your body safePitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gatesBlowing booze and [? ] to keep my body out of spaceAnd I heard bout my nigga they send up to their faceAnd they sayin' it's probable when the feds investigateGotta do what I gotta do while they take my nigga awayPromised you my protection I gotta make a nigga payBustin' in the direction of any mothafucka fakeI burn a nigga to [? ] presidents up in this placeNow they tell me I'm too ghetto for this shitI feel like I'm the only rebel in this shit(X2)These are my ghetto fairytalesThese are the tales, my ghetto talesThese are the tales, that I tell so wellNorthside, Eastside, Westside, SouthsideThese are my ghetto fairytales...(Some dude speaking, couldn't find out everything he said)