Gospel Gangstas - Ghetto Sermon
(from the album Do or Die)
My dog slipped the pistol grip blasted,
got him in his back now I'm rapping in front casket.
Now you cant touch this ....
this world is cold my word is good as gold.
Homiez claim they homiez but they phonies cuz they fold.
Now as .... stroll with me down another life hold tight
cuz the brightest day is your darkest night,
look to the right as you see around me or pursue you
they was pointing like they knew you
they just jackers trying to do you.
Wait a minute let you grab your get em up of me,
cuz aint no killing you softly you peep they deep
so now you gotta meets where they put em to sleep.
Your pulls out proof of your decease,
and wish your enemies rest in grief
that took your homiez life away from him like a thief.
Ive been to if not worse places
and conversate with killers on a first name basis.
I be like what up Mike, what up Powers hanging John
word up Towers hanging Chef and whats up Ron,
see dont get yourself caught up in this game
cuz this game will give you a number and snatch away your name
but the world keeps turning and Im a keep preachin
and the double Gs is deacons at the ghetto sermon.