Ghetto Commandments

Woo

Yeah yeah, ay

Woo

Forgive me father

Dear Heavenly Father-ha

Ah (ay)

Yeah yeah

Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap

Ay (Ay) (4x)

Follow my ghetto commandments

You’ll see the way that ill handle it

You gonna’ get fucked down

Or you gonna’ get fucked up

Its still a big deal,

Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga

1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 Hit it one more time

Follow my, Ghetto Commandments

Follow my, Ghetto Commandments

Nigga, first of all (all)

Im the first and last (last)

You just the first to fall (fall)

Im just the first to blast (Blaw)

If you’re gonna’ curse us all, (all)

Then im gonna’ have to curse yo ass

The leave you in the park,

Underneath some bugs, dirt, and grass (yeah)

Im the only me, (me)

But im the first to bust (bust)

And you’re the first victim, (victim)

Quinching my thirst for blood (Ugh)

Trust me homie, you dont want to go to work for us (us)

I’ll turn you hook to ass, (ass)

And turn your burst to dust

Tell me the difference between love and lust, (lust)

Cause I love the love, (love)

And im in love with lust (lust)

Walk up to your bitch come up when those nevels come (is)

To leave a crack of a crack of a butt (yeah)

Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)

And when she come up like a squirell,

She just asking for nuts (brr)

24s on my caddy im just asked for putt (fore)

So when you come up to my trap you’re just asking for us

They say thou shall not talk, (talk)

Thou shall not speak, (speak)

Thou shall bow in the presences of a G (g)

I spray mace in a bad boy’s eye

Leave his shit all fuckin’ so,

Thou shall not see (see)

Thou shall not smile

Thou shall never teeth

I’ll paint thou or thou shall repeat (peat)

Thou shall not (Thou shall not)

Bitch I said dont talk,

Shoot you in you daddy’s head and feet,

And thou you’re gonna walk

Im sick in the head, piss in the bed

Hop around the ocean, I leave the fisherman red

So much blood on the car, the cops holla’ ’soo-woo’

Bitch im from New Orleans, you know I know that doo-doo

Ipod blastin’, 2pac yeah hit em up

Chow down, spit em up

Black bag, get em up

Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner

Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter

And I say,

The run away, the rap around (Rap aight)

You talk, then you walk, me im shaftin’ down (sh-sh)

See me and the pigs, we dont fuck around (uh-uh)

That snitching in the hood, lemme’ break that down (break it down)

They do theres, we do ours, understand me?

Im blowed up, crippin with my family

And we dont dont give a fuck about the,

POs, COs, cause we know

That we goes,

Then do time in parol (rol)

Now im back on the black at night shift

Stack on the top im cockin’ it

Back in the block and you know im cooping it

Shoebox full of money with a sock in it

And we celebrating the ghetto by popping it

So no champange or crysto

Machine guns or pistols (tols)

Blaw, hood shit

Like that? Game over (over)

See in my hood we crip, or dip

Follow me (3x)

On some gangsta shit, Biotch

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