Forgive Me Father

Unh (uh-huh unh) yea

There's a lot of money over here

(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha

Unh (unh unh unh) That's word to Brooklyn

I'm back

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas

Maybe cause I'm eatin, and these bastards fiend for my grub

I carry pumps like I serve gasoline for these scrubs

So they seen my Aston leanin' on dubs

And they can't afford chrome, so they puttin' vasoline on they hubs

I'm lookin' for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub

Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub

These niggas hate I'm movin' so much cash and cream in the club

And don't pass my green on my bub

But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much, to pull her and dick her

Everyday I'm poppin' a tab, and pullin' a sticker

Every May I'm switchin' the tags, and pullin' up sicker

Every "K" I'm loadin' the mags, with bullets to flicker

And I ain't hesitatin' homie, I'm pullin' it quicker

So you can act tough, after a few pulls on some liquor

Got em pullin' on niggas

And they won't be goin' nowhere for a while, they might as well pull out a snicker

Ye-Ye-Yea

Forgive me father for I have sinned

But look at all this money that I spend

And look at all this jewelry that I'm in

And look at all the places that I've been

And look at all the women in those brims

Look at the blue flames that I'm in

I look at all the bullshit that there's been

And if I had another chance I'd do it again

Anywhere the kid move, you know the hammers'll be with me

Pokin' out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty

I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me

Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty

Think I throw you grams if you read with me

Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy

Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me

Along with the third leg, that I be rammin in these bitties

I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam

But with the scope its gonna blam

The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham

That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam

Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams

At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam

Hope you understand or use better sense

These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements

Nigga!

I'm in a waggy when I'm passin' by ya

With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier

What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier

When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire

Gettin' stressed by these hotties is regular

I got a magazine, to press to your body like editors

Test me somebody I'm beggin' ya

I got the gatling gun, like Jesse The Body in Predator

I'm a hustler, I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now

Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds

Any other dude who dish rocks want beef

Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teef

I'm the nigga tearin' the walls up in your miss

In exchange for a small cup of the Cris

And while you at probation fillin' a small cup full of piss

I'm in a coupe, with a roof, that ball up like a fist

Catch up!

Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)

I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga (unh)

Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)

Young G's Salute (yea)

Get this fuckin' money man

It's a lot of fuckin' money over here (yea)

I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)