Ghetto Commandments
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[Chorus:]Follow my ghetto commandmentsYou'll see the way that ill handle itYou gonna' get fucked downOr you gonna' get fucked upIts still a big deal,Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 Hit it one more timeFollow my, Ghetto CommandmentsFollow my, Ghetto Commandments
[T-Pain's Verse:]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 assThe 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 dustTell 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
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[Mack Maine's Verse:]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 eyeLeave his shit all fuckin' so,Thou shall not see (see)Thou shall not smileThou shall never teethI'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 walkIm sick in the head, piss in the bedHop around the ocean, I leave the fisherman redSo much blood on the car, the cops holla' 'soo-woo'Bitch im from New Orleans, you know I know that doo-dooIpod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em upChow down, spit em upBlack bag, get em upCall the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinnerAint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitterAnd I say,
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[Snoop Dogg's Verse:]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 familyAnd we dont dont give a fuck about the,POs, COs, cause we knowThat we goes,Then do time in parol (rol)Now im back on the black at night shiftStack on the top im cockin' itBack in the block and you know im cooping itShoebox full of money with a sock in itAnd we celebrating the ghetto by popping itSo no champange or crystoMachine guns or pistols (tols)Blaw, hood shitLike that? Game over (over)See in my hood we crip, or dipFollow me [x3]On some gangsta shit, Biotch
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