Dark Side

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