Ghetto Commandments (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Woo Yeah yeah, ay Woo Forgive me father Dear Heavenly Father-ha Ah (ay) Yeah yeah Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap Ay (Ay) Follow my ghetto commandments You gon' really see the way that I handle it You gon' be the fuck down Or you gonna' get fucked up Its kill or be killed, Get buck or get fucked up, nigga 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time Follow my, Ghetto Commandments Follow my, Ghetto Commandments Nigga, first of all (all) I'm the first and last (last) You just the first to fall (fall) I'm just the first to blast (Blaw) If you wanna curse us all, (all) Then imma' have to curse yo ass And leave you in the park, Underneath a bunch of dirt and grass (yeah) I'm the only me, (me) But I'm the first of us (bust) And you the first victim, (victim) Quenching my thirst for blood (Ugh) Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work wit' us (us) I'll turn you hook to ashes, (ash) And turn your to dust (dust) Tell me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust) Because I love the love, (love) But I'm in love with lust (lust) Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils come (is) Leave dat crack in the crack of her butt (yeah) Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck) And when she come up like a squirrel, She just asking for nuts (brr) 24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for putt (fore) So when you come to my trap you're just asking for us They say thou shall not talk, (talk) Thou shall not speak, (speak) Thou shall bow in the presences of a G (g) I spray mace in a bad boy's eye Leave his shit all puffy so, Thou shall not see (see) Thou shall not smile Thou shall never show his teeth I hate thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat) Thou shall not (Thou shall not) Bitch I said don't talk, Shoot you in your ass and stab your feet, Now how you gon' walk? I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the fishermen red So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo' Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo IPod blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up Chow down, spit em up Black bag, get em up Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for dinner Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter When I say, The run around, the rap around (Rap around) You talk, then you walk, me im shackled down (sh-sh) See me and the pigs, we dont fuck around (uh-uh) That snitching in the hood, lemme' break that down (break it down) They do theirs, we do ours, understand me? I'm blue'd up, crippin with my family And we dont give a fuck about the, POs, the COs, cause we knows That we goes, that we goes We do time then parole (rol) Now im back on the block gettin' mad shit Stacking the block cold cockin' it Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it Shoebox full of money with a sock in it And we celebrate in the ghetto by popping it No champagne or Cristal Machine guns n' pistols (tols) Blaw, hood shit Like that? Game over (over) See in my hood we crip, or dip, so Follow me On some gangsta shit, Biotch