Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)

<br>(talking)<br>Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh<br>Southside, what y`all niggas know about the dirty south?<br>One time<br><br>(Chorus)<br>Lord forgive me, for I`ve sinned<br>Over and over again, just to stay on top<br>I recall memories, filled with sin<br>Over and over again, and again<br><br>Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team<br>See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme<br>For all you slow muthafuckas I`m a break it down iller<br>See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer<br>Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh<br>This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit<br>The roll with Easy Rider and they ain`t get blunted<br>Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred<br>As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack<br>I used to idolize cat<br>Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like<br>that?<br>Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin<br>I ain`t believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R<br>Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3<br>Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis<br>From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don`t be suprised<br>Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies<br>Like L-A-N-Y`s, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect<br>Them niggas who shot `em got `em for ten bricks<br>Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave `em more bricks<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I`m on<br>Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto`s Quran<br>I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe<br>And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose<br>Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin<br>Life`s a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin<br>Man I`m a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar<br>Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata<br>Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin<br>Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason<br>A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth<br>Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth<br>I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall<br>Together niggas stand and divided they fall<br>Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion<br>Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean<br>Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold<br>Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior<br>Might sound like I`m fantasizin, but son I`m dead serious<br>Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money<br>Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian<br>FEDs couldn`t catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo<br>The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo<br>Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky<br>Cally<br>Rodney Bump and Chick, shit<br>A lot a niggas flow the way I flow<br>but ain`t been in the game all their life so don`t know who I know<br>Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel<br>If I ain`t rich by twenty-six, I`ll be dead or in jail<br>Comin up I heard sippin to much booze`ll leave you confused<br>And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose<br>I`m forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance<br>Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags<br>And a conversation over shrimp and lobster<br>And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners<br>Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will<br>If the flow don`t kill you the Mac will<br><br>(Chorus)