Top 3 Selected

[Verse 1: Ghetto] I got an open mind, but if my money don't multiply I'm rolling by with an open eye like "Show me the money!" Coke and white, my has arrived I'm a pain the back like a broken spine And I aim and attack like I'm placed in Iraq Got the game in a wrap, I'm the golden guy Never been a time when I ain't spoken my mind 1984, October the 9th (I was born Caesarean style!) In 21 years, I've heard loads of advice (I take it in sincerely and smile!) Would anyone care if I weren't holding a mic? (I think not, that's why I been weary a while!) Who's the best, it's too close to decide but some don't work like a broken device Two years in the game and I'm rolling the dice I'm bang on point, I'll be overprecise I put the polter in geist The chauffeur in drive I'm so fly, I'm getting closer to Christ If I'm close to your wife? Then I'm stroking her thighs Next step, big boner inside My persona's defined, any moment in time Niggas know I'm involved in the grind! [Hook: Ghetto](x2) I'm Top 3 Selected! You are not me, forget this! Me plus 8 on the guestlist You can't even suggest it, but Ghetts did [Verse 2: Ghetto] There's no introduction needed! I'm a genius And I'm even schooling singers! Next year? Porsches, Beemers Nothing like a caution, I'm serious I'm far from short of experience Big arenas with a distorted frequence It's awesome, when you're someone important But as for unfortunate dreamers Turn 40 and are forced to be cleaners A mop, broom and a brush, I am not losing my touch I'll up the gear like I'm using a clutch Fuck losing my buzz I do what I does, the truth's in my blood But the game's so loose and corrupt Being a [?] is a must I'm never affected except when I'm getting arrested Had P's but I never invested But the rest did! Now the whole ends are interested! I been tested, but they couldn't penetrate my defenses! Still here with the middle finger extended Pissed 'cos you ain't had a single requested And me and my collective are really respected I don't know what the hell you expected I ain't gonna help you perfect it [Hook] [Verse 3: Ghetto] My spot can't be taken It will never be vacant There's no replacement, that's blatant! Wait your time nigga, you're so impatient I'm from the roads, from the street, from the pavement Got a flow, got a beat, got a basement I'm the shit but I smell like a fragrance I'm a top boy prick, that's the arrangement I'm tryna go where Kane went, it makes sense I'll do more than help my Mum pay rent Fuck an agent! You ain't getting 8 pence I'm doing fine so I know what Sway meant If I'm adjacent to a dame that's [?] She may wanna change her maiden name Play the game 'cos I'm based in entertainment The face of bass, voice of choice Lips of kiss, that's why you and your boys are annoyed I'll take your place, avoid the ploy I spit the piff, that's why you and your boys are destroyed I'll change the game, point for point I'll flip the script, that's why you and your boys are [?] I'm back with a bang, back with a backpack like I'm packed for Japan Live cash in my hand Next year, I ain't even gonna clash for a grand I'll only do tracks with the fam [Hook]