God Forgive Us (Explicit)

God Forgive Us - Master p/The Game (Jayceon)/Nipsey Hussle (尼普西·哈斯勒)

God forgive us for '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 ni**a

No limit forever

Boss of all bosses

Godfather of this sh*t ni**a

A little skinny ni**a call me underdog

Hangin' with my partners parkin' our expensive cars

It's funny how the rock will change a ni**a's life

Went to sleeping on floors to mansions f**kin' 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 f**k with cowards

Took my b**ch out the hood here's a million dollars

Put my trust in god and I love haters

'Cause every time they talk sh*t ni**a I get paper

Watch your enemies you even got to watch your friends

Peter told Jesus he love then he did him in

But called this sh*t last year man this sh*t funny

Real niggas will turn b**ch over a little money

I thank god for my partner my ni**a Joey

'Cause when I was hurtin' he ain't talk

He said kitchen dro' it

Yeah let's make a toast to this real sh*t

And all the b******t 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 swishas to this real sh*t

Still prayin' for the patience not to kill sh*t

Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks

Build bricks build bricks build bricks

It's no limit to this real sh*t

It's the untouchable grew up on the huxtable

So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and f**k with you

Tie you and your b**ch 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 f**kin' you

Gangsta hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin' too

Love b**ches smoke w**d cut pies sold d**e

Drove 'raris parked Masi's crooked on appalachian slopes

Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold ni**a like this B

These are the memoirs of the gold rope

Hollywood never them the white boys I sold coke

Crazy motherf**ker my conscious stream Four Loko

Ice-t in them bricks I been f**kin' with Coco

11 years old I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe

Birds by the boatload that b**ch-life in a chokehold

It's hard to trust hoes you see what happened to Ocho

Yeah ain't no limit to this real sh*t

Mastering them Ps since 12 it's time to kill sh*t

Yeah let's make a toast to this real sh*t

And all the b******t 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 swishas to this real sh*t

Still prayin' for the patience not to kill sh*t

Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks

Build bricks build bricks build bricks

It's no limit to this real sh*t

Uh huh

Keep the credits rollin' ni**a

This my movie I'm the director

I told y'all niggas

Y'all have woke up the motherf**kin' sleeping giant