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Gospel Gangstas Miscellaneous Ghetto Sermon my dog slipped the pistol grip, blasted caught him in his back and now im rappin in front a this casket now you cant touch this, well, this world is cold, my word is good as gold homies claim they homies but they phonies cuz they fold now as its told, stroll with me down another life, hold on tight cuz the brightest day is your darkest night look to the right as you see around me or pursue you they was pointin like they knew you, they just jackers tryin to do you wait a minute, let you grab your get em up of me, cuz aint no killin you softly you peep they deep, so now you gotta meets where they put em to sleep you pulls out proof of yo decease, and wish your enemies rest in grief that took your homies' life away from him like a thief ive been to, if not worse, the same places and conversate with killers on a first name basis i be like word up Mike, word up, Bibles handed, John word up, Towers handed, Chef and whats up Ron see dont get yourself caught up in this game cuz this game'll give you a number and snatch away your name but the world keeps turnin and im on keep preachin and the Double Gs is deacons at the ghetto sermon |
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