Ghetto Victory Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

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 

Chorus 

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, ''cause 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, ''cause 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 

Chorus 

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 

Chorus