You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Trying to tell me I ain't shit
I ain't trying to tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit
Gunshots ringing out, everybody run around
Broad day, like niggas gunning one another down
Yellow tape, white sheets, blood stains on the ground
Daddy doing time in prison, mama try to get him out
Before he went to jail, he taught his son how to gang bang
How to shoot a gun, sell dope, and how to maintain they
Kinda look identical, they even had the same name
But he caught up in the gang, he gone be dead or in the chain gang
Yeah, product of the ghetto, trying to make it out
Police staking out his house, trying to take him down
Wanted for a couple murders on the other side of town
He say he innocent and he gonna go to trial
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
They gave him and his father the same sentence
He did it for the love of the gang, nigga
Addicted to the liquor and the painkillers
He showed no remorse in the court
Yelling back and forth at the judge and his lawyer
His mama showed up to support
A couple days later, found her shot dead on the porch
A good girl gone bad
Running around like a nomad
Living fast, got her toe tagged
Selling ass, sucking gonads
When her son got the news that she died, he was so sad
Damn
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
Heard his enemies is celebrating, they did it
Left her body shivering from the K spittage
The killer did a bare face broad day with it
Revenge is a dish, served cold
When you do dirt, dirt come back
Yeah, I believe that
Living in the ghetto ain't safe
When you leave home, better be strapped
No cap, no love, no money, no drugs
Big stepper, bad bitches, man
I f*cks, then I get up
But that's another episode
This one's about revenge
Little homie joined the gang with his friends
Riding four deep in the Benz
Finna get it in
I don't think this bullshit gon' end
The murder rate increasing
Families ain't eating
Nigga got robbed for his pounds like he vegan
Caught his mama f*cking on the deacon
She yelled out, Jesus
Hit the crack, rock and start tweaking
Information leaking
Drug sales peaking
Police got a picture of him down at the precinct
But he don't give a shit
He like Tommy Egan on power
Hiding out, smoking on reefer
New at 11, a call for change and a cry for help
As the number of drive-by shootings in Akron
Are seemingly on the rise
Residents who live in and around where these shootings
Happen are now concerned for their safety
Felony 1 - Welcome 2 the Ghetto Lyrics
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You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Trying to tell me I ain't shit
I ain't trying to tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit
Gunshots ringing out, everybody run around
Broad day, like niggas gunning one another down
Yellow tape, white sheets, blood stains on the ground
Daddy doing time in prison, mama try to get him out
Before he went to jail, he taught his son how to gang bang
How to shoot a gun, sell dope, and how to maintain they
Kinda look identical, they even had the same name
But he caught up in the gang, he gone be dead or in the chain gang
Yeah, product of the ghetto, trying to make it out
Police staking out his house, trying to take him down
Wanted for a couple murders on the other side of town
He say he innocent and he gonna go to trial
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
They gave him and his father the same sentence
He did it for the love of the gang, nigga
Addicted to the liquor and the painkillers
He showed no remorse in the court
Yelling back and forth at the judge and his lawyer
His mama showed up to support
A couple days later, found her shot dead on the porch
A good girl gone bad
Running around like a nomad
Living fast, got her toe tagged
Selling ass, sucking gonads
When her son got the news that she died, he was so sad
Damn
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
Heard his enemies is celebrating, they did it
Left her body shivering from the K spittage
The killer did a bare face broad day with it
Revenge is a dish, served cold
When you do dirt, dirt come back
Yeah, I believe that
Living in the ghetto ain't safe
When you leave home, better be strapped
No cap, no love, no money, no drugs
Big stepper, bad bitches, man
I f*cks, then I get up
But that's another episode
This one's about revenge
Little homie joined the gang with his friends
Riding four deep in the Benz
Finna get it in
I don't think this bullshit gon' end
The murder rate increasing
Families ain't eating
Nigga got robbed for his pounds like he vegan
Caught his mama f*cking on the deacon
She yelled out, Jesus
Hit the crack, rock and start tweaking
Information leaking
Drug sales peaking
Police got a picture of him down at the precinct
But he don't give a shit
He like Tommy Egan on power
Hiding out, smoking on reefer
New at 11, a call for change and a cry for help
As the number of drive-by shootings in Akron
Are seemingly on the rise
Residents who live in and around where these shootings
Happen are now concerned for their safety
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Trying to tell me I ain't shit
I ain't trying to tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit
Gunshots ringing out, everybody run around
Broad day, like niggas gunning one another down
Yellow tape, white sheets, blood stains on the ground
Daddy doing time in prison, mama try to get him out
Before he went to jail, he taught his son how to gang bang
How to shoot a gun, sell dope, and how to maintain they
Kinda look identical, they even had the same name
But he caught up in the gang, he gone be dead or in the chain gang
Yeah, product of the ghetto, trying to make it out
Police staking out his house, trying to take him down
Wanted for a couple murders on the other side of town
He say he innocent and he gonna go to trial
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
They gave him and his father the same sentence
He did it for the love of the gang, nigga
Addicted to the liquor and the painkillers
He showed no remorse in the court
Yelling back and forth at the judge and his lawyer
His mama showed up to support
A couple days later, found her shot dead on the porch
A good girl gone bad
Running around like a nomad
Living fast, got her toe tagged
Selling ass, sucking gonads
When her son got the news that she died, he was so sad
Damn
Life ain't a game, don't play with it
Heard his enemies is celebrating, they did it
Left her body shivering from the K spittage
The killer did a bare face broad day with it
Revenge is a dish, served cold
When you do dirt, dirt come back
Yeah, I believe that
Living in the ghetto ain't safe
When you leave home, better be strapped
No cap, no love, no money, no drugs
Big stepper, bad bitches, man
I f*cks, then I get up
But that's another episode
This one's about revenge
Little homie joined the gang with his friends
Riding four deep in the Benz
Finna get it in
I don't think this bullshit gon' end
The murder rate increasing
Families ain't eating
Nigga got robbed for his pounds like he vegan
Caught his mama f*cking on the deacon
She yelled out, Jesus
Hit the crack, rock and start tweaking
Information leaking
Drug sales peaking
Police got a picture of him down at the precinct
But he don't give a shit
He like Tommy Egan on power
Hiding out, smoking on reefer
New at 11, a call for change and a cry for help
As the number of drive-by shootings in Akron
Are seemingly on the rise
Residents who live in and around where these shootings
Happen are now concerned for their safety
Writer: Ellis Wilson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid