Ghetto gospel, all gotta pray, hear me Lord, yo
If killin' niggaz is wrong, God me for my sins And all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my God bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the And any guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for things that's But the Lord this world is all fucked up In God's eyes, every is created equal To some crackers, we evil 'cause we lethal
And anythin' we gots to get, to get got nigga Even if somebody, gots to get shot Why not? A whole lot of died on my block And I see the killer's still free, so fuck
We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at? Probably somewhere at Donuts While black child got niggaz on the with they hands cuffed
Now let me load my heat I go to sleep And pray to God, I don't end up six deep 'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on papers And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake
God, please me for all my sins, Lord please Psalms 23, the Lord is my and the gun's my weapon Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed protection It's nothin' on this Earth my soul should warn
Copped a house, a big Benz, all my puff blunts Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we The copped me a path, now that's righteous I'm tight my peeps was breathin' they last breath
Where we was, in the valley of death I went to jail and end up bein' the nigga left Now, I fear no evil and hear no threw the silencer on my Desert Eagle
Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the And thugs who won't out and put slugs up in me Lord me the energy, now pass the Hennessy Word to God, all y'all niggaz is remember me
Hey, black child, black child, now let me my heat Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six deep 'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die I wake Let me die on some papers and all my at my wake
Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz Now let me hit the so my kids could eat Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, beach All the thugs in the street got for me Hollis, Side, B.K., Q.B.
I don't a fuck nigga, I die for I N C And ride for everybody ride for me All my bitches out there that gave me nizzie Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so
Now let me my heat before I go to sleep And pray to God, I end up six feet deep 'Cause if I die, I wake, let me die on some papers And all my at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my
Word to god, bless all my people, all my good people Alright, c'mon nigga, go