Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me)

(talking) 
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? 
One time 

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Lord forgive me, for I've sinned 
Over and over again, just to stay on top 
I recall memories, filled with sin 
Over and over again, and again 

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team 
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme 
For all you slow [bad word] I'm a break it down iller 
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer 
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh 
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped [bad word] 
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted 
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred 
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack 
I used to idolize cat 
Heart me in my heart to hear that [bad word] snitched on Pat, how he go out like 
that? 
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin 
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R 
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis 
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised 
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies 
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect 
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks  [bad word] Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks 

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That first verse is just a dose of the [bad word] that I'm on 
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran 
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe 
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose 
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin 
Life's a [bad word]  with a pretty face, but she burnin 
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar 
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata 
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin 
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason 
lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth 
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth 
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall 
Together niggas stand and divided they fall 
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion 
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean 
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold 
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior 
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious 
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money 
Had money out the [bad word]  he politic like the Asian 
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion 

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Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo 
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo 
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky 
Cally 
Rodney Bump and Chick, [bad word] 
lot a niggas flow the way I flow 
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know 
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel 
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail 
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused 
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose 
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance 
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and Money Bags 
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster 
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners 
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will 
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will 

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