Master P, Nipsey Hussle, The Game - God Forgive Us lyrics

[Master P, Nipsey Hussle, The Game - God Forgive Us lyrics]

God forgive us
'cause 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 ughh this my life, nigga
No Limit forever boss of all bosses
Godfather of this shit, nigga

A little skinny nigga, call me underdog
Hangin' with my partners
Parkin' our expensive cars
It's funny how the rock will
Change a nigga's life
Went from sleeping on floors
To mansions fuckin' overnight
Took grandma to the church
Had to pay my tithes
A hundred Gs to the preacher
Should've seen his eyes my auntie cry
Every time when she sees me strapped
But these niggas will kill you
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
Nigga I get paper watch your enemies
You even got to watch your friends
Peter told Jesus he love him
Then he did him in
Boz called this shit last year
Man this shit funny
Real niggas will turn bitch
Over a little money
I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey
'Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk shit
He said kitchen dro' it

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we
Had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishers to this real shit
Still prayin' for the patience
Not to kill shit started off with crumbs we
Had to 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 your bitch up
Then hop in the truck with you
You die on your way to the trap
The knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I'm fuckin' you
Gangsta, hit it doggystyle with
Chris Brown bumpin' too
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove 'raris
Parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes
Ey yo P they ain't seen
A cold nigga like this, b
These are the memoirs of the gold rope
Hollywood never
Them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker
My conscious stream Four Loko
Ice T in them bricks
I been fuckin' with CoCo
11 years old, I had a triple beam
Before I had a GI joe birds by the boatload
That bitch-life in a chokehold
It's hard to trust hoes
You see what happened to Ocho
Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
Mastering them Ps since 12
It's time to kill shit

Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs we
Had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
Rollin' up swishers to this real shit
Still prayin' for the patience
Not to kill shit started off with crumbs we
Had to build bricks
It's no limit to this real shit

Uh huh keep the credit's rollin' nigga
This my movie, I'm the director
I told y'all niggas y'all have woke up the
Motherfuckin' sleeping giant

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