50 Cent – Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me)

Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1) is another heartwarming hip hop and rap song created by a talented rapper, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 08 on his top charting album project called “Power Of The Dollar” was officially released on 4 July 2000.

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LYRICS

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Southside, what y’all niggas know about the dirty South?

One time

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 and 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’ma 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 Just 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 Gerald 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 ten bricks

Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave ’em more bricks

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 and 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 Rollie, 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

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 and 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 twenty-six, 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

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 and again and again