Lyrics: Dayton Family (The). Welcome to the Dope House. We Kept It Ghetto.

[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 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