Dayton Family We Kept it Ghetto Lyrics:
*piano intro* Bitch made niggas run for cover,
killing mothers and kids. I hold a town down just
like ??? did. I know my Real "G"
feinding for some ganger shit. niggas catching hot
ones to the neck, with legs split. i would of been
a millionare stayed on it. wearing the kevlar with
the dayton family sprayed on it. my picture
perfect positon got me moving strategic Im stuck
inside a blow house, and still refusing to leave
it. now i was a born loser, know drug abuser.
dayton ave affilate, shooting at cop cruisers. im
to light to fight and im to thin to win, that what
i keep a 40 caliber to give you niggas 10. so beef
you better get it dont forget i said it i got the
shit for prices premium un leaded 4 4 natural
petrol lyrical matches striking making the whole
club blow everytime i enter a room, niggas assume
that these stank ass hoes is leaving soon Fucking
with loaded dice got the ship as dope prices. we
dealing with boat loads dont try to miami-vice us
Im boot-zilla im living so foul fucking it with
bad bitches from flint to belle isle. white hoes,
black bitches, africans, koreans, shoe-zilla tell
him how we see it we keep it ghetto ghetto Life
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its the life, if its gotta be like that, then let
it. if you wanna live my life then come get it.
stop spreading lies, it aint right. you can't live
my life so forget it cause we always keep it
ghetto for you Nigga im a rider. Poison like a
spider, cut you like a gider. to you outsiders.
killer when you meet me. bitch, don't you upset me
nigga gettin their necks broke. im choking them
till they cant see. sho-strings out for jacking
ya. rip shit up and smacking ya. i creep from back
of ya. and started tackeling ya. Murder man,
murder game. bitch im going through a thang' im
offering pounds and booty off for key and canes
dayton boys get back at ya. tasting blood like
dracula. Emaculate, emacuala, spectacular. you
dont know my game is, mother nigga famous now
where my aim is. blew of his anus no time of
okey-does cought you nigga having strohs.snitching
on killers in my line of work we kill them slow.
hit man for hire, aint nobody flyer. cought up in
the webs of murder walking through fire im back
home its back on i bet you got your crack on. your
mack on,your scrach on. you prolly got your rap
on. my mellow my fellow. the bitches saying hello.
no wmater what you do Dayton gonna keep it ghetto.
ghetto life its the life its its got to be like
that then let it if you wanna live my life come
get it. stop spreading lies, it aint right. you
cant live my life so forget it cause we always
keep it ghetto for you
Lyrics: We Kept it Ghetto, Dayton Family [end]