Ghetto Victory Lyrics by L.G. Wise

Ghetto Victory Lyrics

    Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the charmes

    Car alarmes, gun fire heard by my moms
    Had to be Elohim in the midst of the game
    Made it out the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
    Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
    Dirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
    Black shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
    yeah, by the way dog like bag food
    Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
    Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at there
    Killas watchin them die
    I taste death, hey what was the recipe
    Couple inch bullet heart, doggs barkin' at me
    Runnin' for my life like Any Given Sunday
    Thank God for your life, we all die one day
    Ghetto victory is what I'm tellin' you cats
    The need to whitness better be to come thru in the 'Lacs
    Under attack, like America bombed Iraq
    Done forgot the boys equiped, 44's in they backpack

    Ghetto victory, boy we made it
    Made it out the fire, now we can't be faded
    Ghetto victory (2X)
    We push keys, killa not Y-A
    Slangin' keys bone tunes, playa gettin them saved

    Surounded by project chillin', project livin'
    Jesus needed bad, 'cuz we'd all die chillin'
    Blasted up for no simple reason
    Thugs seperate from God, all because of treason
    Some cat's don't make it out breathin'
    I did, 'cuz I chose to live, Dunn
    I been thru, Wodie, just like you
    Almost caught two, Shorty like Pac two
    By the grace of God, had me covered in the hood
    Unseen bodyguards stop the murder when they could
    They pulled me over like a nautica sweater
    Things better, so keep peepin out the letter
    Black jetta, cats bust black berettas
    Homicide mission, we all die over chedder
    Boy please, killas greedy on the streets
    Tryin to eat up all the cheese like a bunch of Granny's
    It's so amazin' ain't no time for me hatin'
    Jesus knew what he done, sendin me to the nation
    Makin' soldiers, I whitness thugs drop the cola
    Picked up the Cross, now them boys top rollers


    Them sucker demons try to hit me, clip empty
    Run for cover to the G-O-D
    Said retaliate back, King James 380
    Southern style boy, get jiggy
    Trigger finger itchey, what ready to blast
    Quarterback when them suckers hut, slangin 'em fast
    folks told me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumper
    Tryin to hit the highway, slangin coke and some water
    Almost was a gonner, When dread stuck me with the stunner
    Jesus please, I got away, I start runnin'
    Lord, I'm comin', I'm givin it up
    Promise no more dank, bein Pookie and stuff
    It's no laughin matter, where you spend your life forever
    If Hell's your destination, better climb back up the ladder
    West Coast get ghetto victory, East Coasts get ghetto victory
    Up North get ghetto victory, Down South thats where you can find me
    Sing to to my fo'folk