Master P

Master P - God Forgive Us lyrics

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[Intro:]

God forgive us cus we do not know what we do

We only do what we see

The gift!

All my real niggas out there

No limit forever, man!

I told you it ain’t over,

I made these niggas

I’m back to get what’s mine

This my life, uh!

This my life, nigga

No limit forever

Boss of all bosses

Godfathered this shit nigga!

A lil skinny nigga called me underdog

Hanging with my partners, parking out expensive cars

It’s funny how the rock that changed a nigga life

Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress, fucking over night.

Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties

100 Gs to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes

My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped

But these lil nigga to kill yo life is just one trap.

Keep my pistol cocked,

Homie, I don’t fuck with cowards!

Took my bitch out the hood,

Here’s a million dollars!

Put my trust in God and I love haters

Cause every time they talk shit, nigga I get paper

Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends

Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in

…caused this shit last year, man, this shit funny

Real niggas that turned bitch behind a little money

I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey

Cause when I was hurt and he ain’t talk shit,

He said pitch and throw it!

Hook:

Yeah, let’s make a toast to this real shit

And all the bullshit we had to deal with

We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks

I pray twenty years later that I’m still rich

Rolling up switchers to this real shit

She still praying for the patience not to kill shit

We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks

Build bricks, build bricks, build bricks

It’s no limit to this real shit!

It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable

So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you

Tie you and yo bitch up, then hop in the truck with you

You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you

This next bar for Rihanna,

I’m fucking you!

Gangsta, hit it doggie style,

With Chris Brown bump in, too!

Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope

Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis

Crooked on Appalachian slopes.

Hey oh, P, they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this be!

But these are the memoires of the gold rope

Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke

Crazy motherfucker, my conscience dream for a loco

Ice tea in them bricks, I been fucking with Coco

Eleven years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe

Birds by the boatload, that bitch life in a choke hold

It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho

Yeah, ain’t no limit to this real shit!

Mastering them pieces,

Twelve, it’s time to kill shit!

Hook:

Yeah, let’s make a toast to this real shit

And all the bullshit we had to deal with

We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks

I pray twenty years later that I’m still rich

Rolling up switchers to this real shit

She still praying for the patience not to kill shit

We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks

Build bricks, build bricks, build bricks

It’s no limit to this real shit!

Aha!

[Outro:]

Keep the credits rolling nigga

This my movie, I’m the director

I told y’all niggas

Y’all done woke up that motherfucking sleep and jock!

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