Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Ghetto gospel
All thugs gotta pray
Verse 2
Hear me Lord, yo
Am
If killin niggaz is wrong,
God forgive me for my sins
and all my evil thoughts like
fuckin my girlfriends
God bless my family,
and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
and any extra guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for
things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world,
is all fucked up (uh- huh)
In God's eyes,
every nigga is created equal
To some crackers,
we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!)
And anything we gots to get,
gotsta get got NIGGA
Dm
Even if somebody,
Am
gotsta get shot NIGGA
Why not? A whole lot of thugs
died on my block
Dm
Am
And I see the killer's still free,
so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em)
We got no love for the Lord,
that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops,
where they at? (uh- huh)
Probably somewhere,
at Dunkin Donuts
while Black Child got niggaz on the corner
Verse 3
with they hands cuffed
Am
[Chorus]
Now let me load my heat,
before I go to sleep
And pray to God I don't
end up six feet deep
Cause if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all
my niggaz at my wake
I said, if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all
my bitches at my wake
Dm
Am
God, please forgive me for all my sins
Verse 4
Am
Lord,
Dm
Am
please - Psalms 23
Verse 5
The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Am
Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed
with protection (nigga)
It's nothin on this earth,
that my soul should warn
Copped a house, a big Benz,
all my friends puff blunts
Nigga we lust to bust,
and guns we trust
The gods copped me a path,
now that's right- eous
I'm tight cause my peeps
was breathin they last breath
Where we was, bubblin,
in the, valley of death
I went to jail and end up bein
the last nigga left
Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil
Dm
Just threw the silencer,
Am
on my Desert Eagle
Nigga to free my people,
I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out
and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy,
now pass the Hennessy
Word to God,
all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me
Verse 6
Heh, Black Child, Black Child
Am
[Chorus]
Dm
Am
Shit, if I die
Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray
Verse 7
Am
Now let me hit the streets so
my kids could eat
Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!
All the thugs in the street got love for me
Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!
I don't give a fuck nigga,
I die for I- N- see
And ride for,
e'ybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave
me slow nizzie
when bottles of Remi,
Dm
Am
keep 'em so
pissy
[Chorus]
Verse 8
Am
There's no lookin' back
Dm
Am
Word to God
Bless all my hood people,
Dm
Am
all my good people
Dm
Am
Aight c'mon nigga, let's go
Outro 1
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Dm
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