Ghetto Qua Ran Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

Lord forgive me, for I've sinned 

Over and over again just to stay on top 

I recall memories, filled with sin 

Over and over, again and again 

When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team 

See, niggas feared Prince and respected Preme 

For all you slow motherfuckers, I'mma break it down iller 

See, Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer 

Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh 

His hair'll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit 

The roll with E-Z Wider and they ain't get blunted 

Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 

As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack 

I used to idolize Cat 

Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap 

How he go out like that? 

Rumors in the hood was Gus was snitching 

I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR 

Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 

Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis 

From George Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised 

Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies 

Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect 

Them niggas who shot them got 'em for 10 bricks 

Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks 

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Lord forgive me, for I've sinned 

Over and over again just to stay on top 

I recall memories, filled with sin 

Over and over, again and again 

That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on 

Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu'ran 

I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe 

And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose 

Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning 

Life's a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning 

Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar 

Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah 

Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing 

Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason 

A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth 

Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth 

I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall 

Together niggas stand and divided they fall 

Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion 

Come around here with your Roley, you can get robbed like Ocean 

Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold 

Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior 

Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious 

Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money 

Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian 

Feds couldn't catch him dirty, so settled for tax evasion 

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Lord forgive me, for I've sinned 

Over and over again just to stay on top 

I recall memories, filled with sin 

Over and over, again and again 

Rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo 

The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo 

Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy 

Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley 

Ronnie Bumps and Chick... shit 

A lot a niggas flow the way I flow 

But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know 

Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel 

If I ain't rich by 26, I'll be dead or in jail 

Coming up I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused 

And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose 

I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance 

Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags 

In a conversation over shrimp and lobster 

At Benihana's, heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners 

Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will 

If the flow don't kill you the Mac will