L.G. Wise - Ghetto Victory Lyrics
Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the charmesCar alarmes, gun fire heard by my momsHad to be Elohim in the midst of the gameMade it out the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flamesWill I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the changeDirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frameBlack shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack moveyeah, by the way dog like bag foodDope house like grocery stores, sell boy twoGettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at thereKillas watchin them dieI taste death, hey what was the recipeCouple inch bullet heart, doggs barkin' at meRunnin' for my life like Any Given SundayThank God for your life, we all die one dayGhetto victory is what I'm tellin' you catsThe need to whitness better be to come thru in the 'LacsUnder attack, like America bombed IraqDone forgot the boys equiped, 44's in they backpackChorusGhetto victory, boy we made itMade it out the fire, now we can't be fadedGhetto victory (2X)We push keys, killa not Y-ASlangin' keys bone tunes, playa gettin them savedSurounded by project chillin', project livin'Jesus needed bad, 'cuz we'd all die chillin'Blasted up for no simple reasonThugs seperate from God, all because of treasonSome cat's don't make it out breathin'I did, 'cuz I chose to live, DunnI been thru, Wodie, just like youAlmost caught two, Shorty like Pac twoBy the grace of God, had me covered in the hoodUnseen bodyguards stop the murder when they couldThey pulled me over like a nautica sweaterThings better, so keep peepin out the letterBlack jetta, cats bust black berettasHomicide mission, we all die over chedderBoy please, killas greedy on the streetsTryin to eat up all the cheese like a bunch of Granny'sIt's so amazin' ain't no time for me hatin'Jesus knew what he done, sendin me to the nationMakin' soldiers, I whitness thugs drop the colaPicked up the Cross, now them boys top rollersChorusThem sucker demons try to hit me, clip emptyRun for cover to the G-O-DSaid retaliate back, King James 380Southern style boy, get jiggyTrigger finger itchey, what ready to blastQuarterback when them suckers hut, slangin 'em fastfolks told me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumperTryin to hit the highway, slangin coke and some waterAlmost was a gonner, When dread stuck me with the stunnerJesus please, I got away, I start runnin'Lord, I'm comin', I'm givin it upPromise no more dank, bein Pookie and stuffIt's no laughin matter, where you spend your life foreverIf Hell's your destination, better climb back up the ladderWest Coast get ghetto victory, East Coasts get ghetto victoryUp North get ghetto victory, Down South thats where you can find meSing to to my fo'folkChorus
