Master P - God Forgive Us lyrics

(Intro) God forgive us cus we do not know what we do We only do what we see The gift All my real n***as out there No limit forever mane I told you it ain’t over, I made these n***as I’m back to get what’s mine This my life uh This my life n***a No limit forever Boss of all bosses Godfathered this sh** n***a (Verse) A lil skinny n***a called me underdog Hanging with my potnas, parkin that expensive cars sponsored links It’s funny how the rock that changed a n***a life Went from sleepin on the floors to mattress, f**in over night Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties 100 G’s to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped But these lil n***a to k** yo life is just one trip Keep my pistol co*ked, homie I don’t f** with cowards Took my b**h out the hood, here’s a million dollars Put my trust in God and I love haters Cus every time they talk sh**, n***a I get paper Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in Boz caused this sh** last year man this sh** funny Real n***as that turned b**h behind a little money I thank God for my potna, my n***a Joey Cus when I was hurt and he ain’t talk sh**, he said pitch and throw it (Hook) Yea, let’s make a toast to this real sh** And all the bullsh** we had to deal with We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich Rollin up switchers to this real sh** She still prayin for the patience not to k** sh** We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It’s no limit to this real sh** (Verse) It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and f** wit you Tie you and yo b**h up, then hop in the truck wit you You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you This next bar for Rihanna, I’m f**in you Gangsta, hit it doggie style, what Chris Brown bump it to Love b**hes, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis Crooked on Appalachian sloaps Ayo P they ain’t seen a cold n***a like this be But these are the memoires of the gold rope Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke Crazy motherf**er, my conscience dream for a loco Ice tea in them bricks, I been f**in with Coco 11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe Birds by the boatload, that b**h life in a choke hold It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho Yea, ain’t no limit to this real sh** Masterin them pieces, 12, it’s time to k** sh** (Hook) Yea, let’s make a toast to this real sh** And all the bullsh** we had to deal with We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich Rollin up switchers to this real sh** She still prayin for the patience not to k** sh** We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It’s no limit to this real sh** (Outro) Keep the credits rollin n***a This my movie, I’m the director I told yall n***as Yall done woke up that motherf**in sleep and jock