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