Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, hear me Lord, yoIf killin' niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sinsAnd all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my girlfriendsGod bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the CamryAnd any extra guns that come in handyNot to play but pray for things that's corruptBut the Lord knows this world is all fucked upIn God's eyes, every nigga is created equalTo some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' lethalAnd anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got niggaEven if somebody, gots to get shot niggaWhy not? A whole lot of thugs died on my blockAnd I see the killer's still free, so fuck copsWe got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gatsWhen them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at?Probably somewhere at Dunkin' DonutsWhile black child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffedNow let me load my heat before I go to sleepAnd pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papersAnd all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wakeLet me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wakeGod, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord pleasePsalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weaponReppin' my upper sections, they blessed with protectionIt's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should warnCopped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff bluntsNigga, we lust to bust and guns we trustThe God's copped me a path, now that's righteousI'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breathWhere we was, bubblin' in the valley of deathI went to jail and end up bein' the last nigga leftNow, I fear no evil and hear no evilJust threw the silencer on my Desert EagleNigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemyAnd thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in meLord gave me the energy, now pass the HennessyWord to God, all y'all niggaz is gonna remember meHey, black child, black child, now let me load my heatBefore 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 papersAnd all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wakeLet me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wakeShit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggaz prayNow let me hit the streets so my kids could eatCompton, Oakland, Inglewood, long beachAll the thugs in the street got love for meHollis, South Side, B.K., Q.B.I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I N CAnd ride for everybody that'll ride for meAll my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzieMake bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissyNow let me load my heat before I go to sleepAnd pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papersAnd all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wakeLet me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wakeWord to god, bless all my hood people, all my good peopleAlright, c'mon nigga, let's go