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Ghetto Qu'ran (Forgive Me) Testo
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talking]
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
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One time
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[Chorus]
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Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
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Over and over again, just to stay on top
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I recall memories, filled with sin
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Over and over again, and again
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Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
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See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
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For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
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See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
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Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
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This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
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The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
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Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
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As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
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I used to idolize cat
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Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
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that?
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Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
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I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
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Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
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Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
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From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
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Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
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Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
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Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
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Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
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[Chorus]
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That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
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Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
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I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
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And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
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Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
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Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
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Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
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Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
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Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
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Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
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A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
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Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
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I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
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Together niggas stand and divided they fall
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Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
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Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
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Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
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Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
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Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
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Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
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Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
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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
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The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
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Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
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Cally
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Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
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A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
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but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
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Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
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If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
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Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
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And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
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I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
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Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
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And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
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And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
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Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
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If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
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[Chorus]
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