Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, hear me Lord, yo      If killin' niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins   And all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my girlfriends   God bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the Camry   And any extra guns that come in handy      Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt   But the Lord knows this world is all fucked up   In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal   To some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' lethal      And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got nigga   Even if somebody, gots to get shot nigga   Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block   And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops      We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats   When them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at?   Probably somewhere at Dunkin' Donuts   While black child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed      Now let me load my heat before I go to sleep   And pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep   'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers   And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake   Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake      God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord please   Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon   Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with protection   It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should warn      Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts   Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we trust   The God's copped me a path, now that's righteous   I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breath      Where we was, bubblin' in the valley of death   I went to jail and end up bein' the last nigga left   Now, I fear no evil and hear no evil   Just threw the silencer on my Desert Eagle      Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy   And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me   Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy   Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna remember me      Hey, black child, black child, now let me load my heat   Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep   'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers   And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake   Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake      Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz pray   Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat   Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long beach   All the thugs in the street got love for me   Hollis, South Side, B.K., Q.B.      I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C   And ride for everybody that'll ride for me   All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie   Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy      Now let me load my heat before I go to sleep   And pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep   'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers   And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake   Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake      Word to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people   Alright, c'mon nigga, let's go