God Forgive Us歌词-Master P&The Game&Nipsey Hussle

God Forgive Us歌词由Master P&The Game&Nipsey Hussle演唱，出自专辑《The Gift》，下面是《God Forgive Us》完整版歌词！

God Forgive Us歌词完整版

feat. Game & Nipsey Hussle

God forgive us for ’cause we do not know what we do

We only do what we see

The Gift, all my real niggas out there

No Limit forever, man

I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas

I’m back to get what’s mine

This my life ughh

This my life, nigga

No Limit forever

Boss of all bosses

Godfather of this shit, nigga

A little skinny nigga, call me underdog

Hangin’ with my partners, parkin’ our expensive cars

It’s funny how the rock will change a nigga’s life

Went to sleeping on floors to mansions f**kin’ overnight

Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties

A hundred Gs to the preacher, should’ve seen his eyes

My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped

But these niggas will kill you, life is just one trap

Keep my pistol cocked homie, I don’t f**k with cowards

Took my B***h out the hood, here’s a million dollars

Put my trust in god, and I love haters

‘Cause every time they talk, n***a I get paper

Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends

Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in

…called this s**t last year, man this s**t funny

Real niggas will turn B***h over a little money

I thank God for my partner, my n***a Joey

‘Cause when I was hurtin’, he ain’t talk shit

He said kitchen dro’ it

Yeah, let’s make a toast to this real shit

And all the b******t we had to deal with

Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks

I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich

Rollin’ up swishas to this real shit

Still prayin’ for the patience not to kill shit

Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks

It’s no limit to this real shit

It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable

So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and f**k with you

Tie you and your B***h up, then hop in the truck with you

You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you

This next bar for Rihanna, I’m f**kin’ you

Gangsta, hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin’ too

Love *****es, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope

Drove ‘raris, parked Masi’s crooked on Appalachian slopes

Ey yo P they ain’t seen a cold n***a like this, B

These are the memoirs of the gold rope

Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke

Crazy motherf**ker, my conscious stream Four Loko

Ice-T in them bricks, I been f**kin’ with CoCo

11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe

Birds by the boatload, that *****-life in a chokehold

It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho

Yeah, ain’t no limit to this real shit

Mastering them Ps since 12, it’s time to kill shit

[Hook

Uh huh

Keep the credits rollin’ nigga

This my movie, I’m the director

I told y’all niggas

Y’all have woke up the motherf**kin’ sleeping giant