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lirik lagu 50 cent – ghetto qua ran


uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
southside, what y’all n-gg-s know about the dirty south?
one time

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 n-gg-s feared prince and respected prim’
for all you slow motherf-ckers 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 sh-t
the roll with easy rider and they ain’t get blunted
had the whole projects working 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 n-gg- 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 surprised
of how freely i thought of names of guys who dealt with pies
like l-a-n-y’s, l got shot in the neck, then told us connect
them n-gg-s who shot ’em got ’em for ten bricks
f-cking dominicans, turned around and gave ’em more bricks


that first verse is just a dose of the sh-t that i’m on
consider this the first chapter in the ghetto’s quran
i know a lot of n-gg-s that get dough like remmy and joe
and prince and righteous from hillside with the mole on his nose
throughtout my struggles in the hood, i started learning
life’s a b-tch, with a pretty face, but she burning
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 facing
go against crews like b-bo and killers like patty mason
a lot of n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s stand and divided they fall
round here, shook n-gg-s 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 fantasizing, but son i’m dead serious
montanna was no dummy, brought benice to watch the money
had money out the -ss, he politic like the asian
feds couldn’t catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion


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 b-mp and chick, sh-t
a lot a n-gg-s flow the way i flow
but ain’t been in the game all their life so don’t know who i know
writing 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
coming up i heard sippin to much booze’ll leave you confused
and if you watch the news you see players 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 boxing, and started robbin diners
shout out to clanvis and clutch, bob dre, black will
if the flow don’t kill you the mac will