Black Child. Ghetto gospel. All thugs gotta pray. Hear me Lord, yo If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins. and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends. God bless my family,
Black Child. Ghetto gospel. All thugs gotta pray. Hear me Lord, yo If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins. and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends. God bless my family,
Intro Dizzee Rascal. Yeah. Yo. Alright let me just cool this right now quickly. Verse 1 Dizzee Rascal. Super trippy riding through the gritty inner city. Roll with the committee. Handle your business
Out in the street. They call it murder Up. (In the street). Gun tucked. (In the street). Niggaz front. (In the street). Get bucked and. (They call it murder) Up. (In the street). Gun tucked.
on my waist, it got a hollow tucked. 'Cause like, damn, move out my way. Got new money comin', bitch, stack my pape'. I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a case. New whip, no keys, electric race
treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya. Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff. Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip * I'm ready. Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce. Cruise