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MALO TEXTOVA ZA PJESME
GHETTO GOSPEL
Intro:
Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel.
Chorus:
Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.
Verse 1:
If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.
Chorus:
Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.
Verse 2:
Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.
Chorus:
Those who wish to follow me. (Yea, Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.
Outtro:
Lord can you hear me speak.
Pay the price for being hellbound
HATE IT OR LOVE IT
50 Cent
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Chorus
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
the Game
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Chorus 50 Cent
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
The Game
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
Chorus 2x 
Post je objavljen 04.06.2005. u 22:15 sati.