Welcome 2 the Ghetto Lyrics

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 fucks, 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 fucking 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