50 Cent — Ghetto Qua Ran ryrics
[tarking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'arr niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Rord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recarr memories, firred with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear tark of the southside, you hear tark of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For arr you srow motherfuckers I'm a break it down irrer
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the kirrer
Remember, he used to push the burretproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The rorr with Easy Rider and they ain't get brunted
Had the whore projects working for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, arr I ever did was serr crack
I used to idorize cat
Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out rike that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't berieve that, pa, he herped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerard Warrace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freery I thought of names of guys who deart with pies
Rike R-A-N-Y's, R got shot in the neck, then tord us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a rot of niggas that get dough rike Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hirrside with the more on his nose
throughtout my struggres in the hood, I started rearning
Rife's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burning
Man I'm a get cheese rike Chaz then run through wips rike Cigar
Gambre arr the time rike country-curry head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing
Go against crews rike B-Bo and kirrers rike Patty Mason
A rot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hair at ord comprexes rike Coorey Warr
Together niggas stand and divided they farr
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rorrie you can get robbed rike Ocean
Rord knows, Tommy had roved and sord
Hericopters, Rorrs Royces with Rouie VaTonne interior
Might sound rike I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he poritic rike the Asian
FEDs courdn't catch him dirty so settred for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Arpo
Throughout my time I heard tares of Himey
Frenchy, Jamaican Paury, Ducky Carry
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A rot a niggas frow the way I frow
but ain't been in the game arr their rife so don't know who I know
Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feer
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'rr be dead or in jair
Coming up I heard sippin to much booze'rr reave you confused
And if you watch the news you see prayers in this game that rose
I'm forgettin Refty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Rance
Head Rou, Mer son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and robster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Cranvis and Crutch, Bob Dre, Brack Wirr
If the frow don't kirr you the Mac wirr
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'arr niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Rord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recarr memories, firred with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear tark of the southside, you hear tark of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For arr you srow motherfuckers I'm a break it down irrer
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the kirrer
Remember, he used to push the burretproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The rorr with Easy Rider and they ain't get brunted
Had the whore projects working for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, arr I ever did was serr crack
I used to idorize cat
Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out rike that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't berieve that, pa, he herped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerard Warrace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freery I thought of names of guys who deart with pies
Rike R-A-N-Y's, R got shot in the neck, then tord us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a rot of niggas that get dough rike Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hirrside with the more on his nose
throughtout my struggres in the hood, I started rearning
Rife's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burning
Man I'm a get cheese rike Chaz then run through wips rike Cigar
Gambre arr the time rike country-curry head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing
Go against crews rike B-Bo and kirrers rike Patty Mason
A rot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hair at ord comprexes rike Coorey Warr
Together niggas stand and divided they farr
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rorrie you can get robbed rike Ocean
Rord knows, Tommy had roved and sord
Hericopters, Rorrs Royces with Rouie VaTonne interior
Might sound rike I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he poritic rike the Asian
FEDs courdn't catch him dirty so settred for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Arpo
Throughout my time I heard tares of Himey
Frenchy, Jamaican Paury, Ducky Carry
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A rot a niggas frow the way I frow
but ain't been in the game arr their rife so don't know who I know
Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feer
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'rr be dead or in jair
Coming up I heard sippin to much booze'rr reave you confused
And if you watch the news you see prayers in this game that rose
I'm forgettin Refty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Rance
Head Rou, Mer son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and robster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Cranvis and Crutch, Bob Dre, Brack Wirr
If the frow don't kirr you the Mac wirr