Lyrics:
You're kicked out of the Family name
When you say Shipon, you're not
By my religious authority, as a Commandment follower
I've stricken your name from
Let's go
Ghetto poetry thugged out conversations
Observe the way of our trials and tribulation
No hesitation, penetrating to get cash
In your bitches
stuck by the seven
The seven commandments
Metric equivalents
Meaning many niggas died for pleasures
[Dom PaChino]
I wagin guerilla warfare, supply
jo OBA lo
Count my blessings
No pain no gain
saying it again and again
In the Sun or in the rain
I no be PHILIP I no dey ComPLAIN(PLEIN)
Thanks
murder death
Kill me by changing your commandments push
Me with your moral high standing
People make struggles for themselves to
Overcome, they win
Rebellin' against the system, commence to lynchin'
The President ain't even listenin' to the pain of the youth
We make music for eternity, forever the truth
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Jesus
It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
Somebody that understand our pain
You know maybe not too perfect, you know
14:21 thus saith the Lord YAHAWAH POWER
You've been lie to by your pastor
Their sole purpose is for you to error
Keep the commandments, No spiritual
of the Lord in vein
While the people in the ghetto, feel 'nough pain
We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowing
Everybody kissing ass to go
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
now we gotta lift ourselves up
Get no help from the President, they all racist or prejudice
Forget the rhetoric, pull yourself up by the bootstraps
intuition
On the battlefield, get killed to do the killin
By the way my good luck charm is a biscuit
Ghetto soldier till the endin
Bridge
Akon:
I don't like
commandment
That was intended to bring life
Actually brought death
For sin ceasing the opportunity
Afforded by the commandment deceived me
And through
the doors (It had to be done)
Took the risk and it came with the gold
Now all my regrets washed away by the dough
Broke the commandments I knew it was wrong
Saved by the blood, he might leak down a miracle
Gotta be the-
I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black blood, keep
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
the pain, it breaks my heart
I know you love me, I know you hurt some
I know what love is, I know you
I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in
What is time? Huh, time is divded by two.
Before it happens, and after it happens.
Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show.
[some
Ghetto nigga, ghetto niggas
Ghetto nigga, ghetto niggas
Ghetto nigga gettin' my hoop on
Telling myself a shelter is better than a group home
god
But why do I (we) live by these man made laws
Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill
But I lost too many niggas and some say they
If you comin from that hood side
Oh I gotta tell ya
Bout the pain we done felt
Oh i'm ah ghetto baby
And um proud of myself
They don't wantchu doin
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