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Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap,
Ay (Ay)

Follow my ghetto
You really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the down
Or you get fucked up
Its or be killed,
Get or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more
Follow my, Ghetto
my, Ghetto Commandments

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the to fall (fall)
I'm just the first to (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
Then imma' have to yo ass
And you in the park,
Underneath a of dirt and grass (yeah)
I'm the me, (me)
But I'm the of us (bust)
And you the victim, (victim)
Quenching my thirst for (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to wit' us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And your verse to dust (dust)
Tell me what's the difference between and lust, (lust)
I love the love, (love)
But I'm in love with (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when devils come (is)
leave dat crack in the of her butt (yeah)
her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my I'm just askin' for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap just asking for us

[Mack Verse:]
say thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray in a bad boy's eye
his shit all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
shall not smile
Thou shall never show his
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said talk,
you in your ass and stab your feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you I know that voo-doo
blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about
I say,

[Snoop Verse:]
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im shackled (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont fuck (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, break that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont give a fuck the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, we goes
We do time parole (rol)
Now im on the block gettin' mad shit
the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No champagne or
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like that? Game (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch