Woo
Yeah yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me father
Dear Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay (Ay)
Follow my ghetto commandments
You gon' really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the fuck down
Or you gonna' get fucked up
Its kill or be killed,
Get buck or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Nigga, first of all (all)
I'm the first and last (last)
You just the first to fall (fall)
I'm just the first to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna curse us all, (all)
Then imma' have to curse yo ass
And leave you in the park,
Underneath a bunch of dirt and grass (yeah)
I'm the only me, (me)
But I'm the first of us (bust)
And you the first victim, (victim)
Quenching my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work wit' us (us)
I'll turn you hook to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to dust (dust)
Tell me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Because I love the love, (love)
But I'm in love with lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils come (is)
leave dat crack in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up like a squirrel,
She just asking for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap you're just asking for us
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 eye
Leave his shit all puffy so,
Thou shall not see (see)
Thou shall not smile
Thou shall never show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab your feet,
Now how you gon' walk?
I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the fishermen red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, spit em up
Black bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter
When I say,
The run around, the rap around (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im shackled 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 theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my family
And we dont give a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, cause we knows
That we goes, that we goes
We do time then parole (rol)
Now im back on the block gettin' mad shit
Stacking the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by popping it
No champagne or Cristal
Machine guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood shit
Like that? Game over (over)
See in my hood we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some gangsta shit, Biotch