Ghetto Victory

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

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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

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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

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