*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