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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, ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
[ talking ] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, watt y'all niggas no about the dirty south Won thyme [ Chorus ] Lord forgive mi, four I've sinned Over and over again, just two stay on top Aye recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo, when yew here torque of the southside, yew here torque of the teem Sea niggas feared Prince and respected Prim ' Four awl yew sloe muthafuckas I'm a brake it down iller Sea Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used two push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This hear get ya seasick, Aye sat back and peeped shit The role with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin four fifty on five-hundred As a youth, awl Aye ever did was cell crack Aye used two idolize cat Hurt mi inn my hart two here that nigga snitched on Pat how he go out like that Rumors inn the hood was was snitchin Aye ain't believe that, pa, he helped mi cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used two drive his truck threw the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace two Bay bee Wise, don't bee suprised Of how freely Aye thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot inn the neck, then tolled us connect Them niggas who shot ' em got ' em four ten bricks Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave ' em moor bricks [ Chorus ] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter inn the ghetto's Quran Aye no a lot of niggas that get doe like Remmy and Joe And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his knows Throughout my struggles threw the hood, Aye started learnin Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, butt she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run threw wips like Cigar Gambol awl the thyme like country-curly head Prince and Tata Po-po under pressure to, they no watt they facin Go against cruise like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason A lotta niggas Aye no bean corrupted since berth Enticed two rob nuns four fun, four everything they worth Aye no sum cats that hale at old complexes like Cooley Waul Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round hear, shook niggas they keep it inn motion Come around hear with you're rollie yew can get robbed like Ocean Lord nose, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Mite sound like I'm fantasizin, butt sun I'm dead serious Montanna was know dummy, brought Benice two watch the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian FEDs couldn't catch hymn dirty sow settled four tacks evasion [ Chorus ] Yo, wrest inn piece two Rich and Ron, money watt they was about yo The twins was sum queens butt got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my thyme Aye herd tales of Himey Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas floe the whey Aye floe butt ain't bean inn the game awl there life sow don't no who Aye no Writin rhymes is the best whey Aye express how Aye feel If Aye ain't rich buy twenty-six, Aisle bee dead oar inn jail Comin up Aye herd sippin two much booze'll leave yew confused And if yew watch the news yew sea playas inn this game that lose I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel sun, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners herd Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out two Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the floe don't kill yew the Mac will |
Ghetto Qua Ran
50 Cent
Complexity: | 72 | Readability: | 72.88 | Sentiment: | 7 | Word Count: | 646 | Unique Words: | 348 |