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• Artiste: Master P
• Titre: God Forgive Us
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(Intro) God forgive us cus we do not know what we do We only do what we see The gift All my real niggas out there No limit forever mane I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas I’m back to get what’s mine This my life uh This my life nigga No limit forever Boss of all bosses Godfathered this shit nigga (Verse) A lil skinny nigga called me underdog Hanging with my potnas, parkin that expensive cars It’s funny how the rock that changed a nigga life Went from sleepin on the floors to mattress, fuckin over night Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties 100 G’s to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped But these lil nigga to kill yo life is just one trip Keep my pistol cocked, homie I don’t fuck with cowards Took my bitch out the hood, here’s a million dollars Put my trust in God and I love haters Cus every time they talk shit, nigga I get paper Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in Boz caused this shit last year man this shit funny Real niggas that turned bitch behind a little money I thank God for my potna, my nigga Joey Cus when I was hurt and he ain’t talk shit, he said pitch and throw it (Hook) Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit And all the bullshit we had to deal with We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich Rollin up switchers to this real shit She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It’s no limit to this real shit (Verse) It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck wit you Tie you and yo bitch up, then hop in the truck wit you You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you This next bar for Rihanna, I’m fuckin you Gangsta, hit it doggie style, what Chris Brown bump it to Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis Crooked on Appalachian sloaps Ayo P they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this be But these are the memoires of the gold rope Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke Crazy motherfucker, my conscience dream for a loco Ice tea in them bricks, I been fuckin with Coco 11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe Birds by the boatload, that bitch life in a choke hold It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho Yea, ain’t no limit to this real shit Masterin them pieces, 12, it’s time to kill shit (Hook) Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit And all the bullshit we had to deal with We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich Rollin up switchers to this real shit She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It’s no limit to this real shit (Outro) Keep the credits rollin nigga This my movie, I’m the director I told yall niggas Yall done woke up that motherfuckin sleep and jock