Master P - God Forgive Us lyrics
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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!
