Forgive Me Father
(专辑: Street Dreams - 2003)
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's a
lot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) That's word to Brooklyn I'm back I
don't know what the
fuck is wrong with these niggas Maybe cause I'm eatin, and these bastards fiend for my grub I
carry pumps like I
serve gasoline for these scrubs So they seen my Aston leaning on dubs And they can't afford chrome, so they putting vasoline on they hubs I'm looking for a
girl with a
ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the
plasma screen in the
tub These niggas hate I'm moving so much cash and cream in the
club And don't pass my green on my bub But I'm a
fly nigga that don't do much, to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm popping a
tab, and pulling a
sticker Every May I'm switching the
tags, and pulling up sicker Every "K" I'm loading the
mags, with bullets to flicker And I
ain't hesitating homie, I'm pulling it quicker So you can act tough, after a
few pulls on some liquor Got em pulling on niggas And they won't be going nowhere for a
while, they might as well pull out a
snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus:] Forgive me father for I
have sinned But look at all this money that I
spend And look at all this jewelry that I'm in And look at all the
places that I've been And look at all the
women in those brims Look at the
blue flames that I'm in I
look at all the
bullshit that there's been And if I
had another chance I'd do it again Anywhere the
kid move, you know the
hammers'll be with me Poking out the
shirt like a
Pamela Lee titty I
went on tour brought the
samples of D
wit me Came back a
month later bought a
Lambo for three-fifty Think I
throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the
camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy? Now I
got G
with me Along with the
third leg, that I
be rammin in these bitties I
keep the
revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the
scope its gonna blam The
info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham That's why I'm watched by the
Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the
same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] I'm in a
waggy when I'm passing by ya With a
baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a
pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the
bag you know that's some fire Getting stressed by these hotties is regular I
got a
magazine, to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm begging ya I
got the
gatling gun, like Jesse The
Body in Predator I'm a
hustler, I
don't sling no rocks to the
fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a
boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I
chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the
nigga tearing the
walls up in your miss In exchange for a
small cup of the
Cris And while you at probation filling a
small cup full of piss I'm in a
coupe, with a
roof, that ball up like a
fist Catch up! [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a
motherfucking ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fucking money man It's a
lot of fucking money over here (yea) I
don't know what the
fuck you doin (unh unh yea)