50 Cent Lyrics
"Ghetto
Qua Ran"
[talking]
Uh huh, uh
huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One
time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over
and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk
of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected
Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was
a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof
BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll
with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for
fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to
idolize cat
Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he
go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe
that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5
and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From
Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names
of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told
us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans,
turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That
first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first
chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy
and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout
my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty
face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like
Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po
under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and
killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed
to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at
old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round
here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie
you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters,
Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but
son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had
money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty
so settled for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo,
rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some
queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey
Frenchy,
Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow
the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who
I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich
by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll
leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that
lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son,
Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny
Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis
and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
(chorus)
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