Ghetto Qu'ran (Forgive Me)

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Hook] 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 [Verse 1] When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow motherfuckers, I'mma 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 you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with E-Z Wider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize Cat Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Gus was snitching I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis From George Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect Them niggas who shot them got 'em for 10 bricks Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks [Hook] [Verse 2] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu'ran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning Life's a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your Roley, you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian Feds couldn't catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion [Hook] [Verse 3] Rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley Ronnie Bumps 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 Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by 26, I'll be dead or in jail Coming up I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags In a conversation over shrimp and lobster At Benihana's, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the Mac will