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lirik lagu god forgive us lyrics (ft. game & nipsey hussle) – master p

[intro: master p]
god forgive us for ’cause we do not know what we do
we only do what we see
the gift, all my real n-gg-s out there
no limit forever, man
i told you it ain’t over, i made these n-gg-s
i’m back to get what’s mine
this my life ughh
this my life, n-gg-
no limit forever
boss of all bosses
godfather of this sh-t, n-gg-

[verse 1: master p]
a little skinny n-gg-, call me underdog
hangin’ with my partners, parkin’ our expensive cars
it’s funny how the rock will change a n-gg-‘s life
went to sleeping on floors to mansions f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-s will kill you, life is just one trap
keep my pistol c-cked homie, i don’t f-ck with cowards
took my b-tch out the hood, here’s a million dollars
put my trust in god, and i love haters
’cause every time they talk, n-gg- 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 sh-t last year, man this sh-t funny
real n-gg-s will turn b-tch over a little money
i thank god for my partner, my n-gg- joey
’cause when i was hurtin’, he ain’t talk sh-t
he said kitchen dro’ it

[hook: nipsey hussle]
yeah, let’s make a toast to this real sh-t
and all the bullsh-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 sh-t
still prayin’ for the patience not to kill sh-t
started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
it’s no limit to this real sh-t

[verse 2: game]
it’s the untouchable, grew up on the huxtable
so it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and f-ck with you
tie you and your b-tch 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-ckin’ you
gangsta, hit it doggystle with chris brown b-mpin’ too
love b-tches, 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-gg- like this, b
these are the memoirs of the gold rope
hollywood never, them the white boys i sold c-ke
crazy motherf-cker, my conscious stream four loko
ice-t in them bricks, i been f-ckin’ with coco
11 years old, i had a triple beam, before i had a g.i. joe
birds by the boatload, that b-tch-life in a chokehold
it’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to ocho
yeah, ain’t no limit to this real sh-t
mastering them ps since 12, it’s time to kill sh-t

[hook]

[outro: master p]
uh huh
keep the credits rollin’ n-gg-
this my movie, i’m the director
i told y’all n-gg-s
y’all have woke up the motherf-ckin’ sleeping giant

- master p

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