50 Cent - Ghetto Quaran lyrics

Album: Guess Who´s Back (2002)

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y´all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time

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Lord forgive me, for I have sinned
Over & over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over & over again, & again

For all you slow muthaf*ckas I am a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man & Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back & peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider & they aint 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
Heart 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 aint believe that, pa, he helped me cop my 1st GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 & 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
F*ckin Dominicans, turned around & gave em more bricks

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That 1st verse is just a dose of the shit that I am on
Consider this the 1st chapter in the ghetto´s Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy & Joe
And Prince & Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life is a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I am a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince & Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo & 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 & 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 & sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior
Might sound like I am fantasizin, but son I am 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

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Yo, rest in peace to Rich & 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 & Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but aint 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 aint rich by twenty-six, I will 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 am forgettin Lefty & Jazz, Pretty Tony & Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy & E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp & lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, & started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis & Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don´t kill you the Mac will

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