(Intro)
Das ist der Ghetto Qua ran Remix!! .....50.....!......

(Chorus)
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

(1.Strophe)
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
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 Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped 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 Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

(Chorus)
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

(2.Strophe)
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qua ran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe

And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley 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 loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

(Chorus)
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

(Outro)
Seht ihr es gibt keinen Grund für 50 am Boden zu bleiben.
Denn im Gegensatz zu euch wird er das richtige schreiben!
Das Ghetto Qua ran hat es mir angetan und nun will ich euch sagn,
tut es nich wagen ihr zu kritisieren,denn er wird euch mit Rap schockieren.
Verkaufszahlen höher als diue Twin-Tower.
Er ist rap-schlauer aus Twin-Power und auf die Dauer gesehn wird er reich sterben!
Seine Familie wird ihm danken,denn sie wird nich wenig erben!
Was ich damit sagen will ist,er ist einfach 50 " that´s like he is"
darum vergesst jeden Diss,is sowieso nur Mist!
50 wir wissen,dass du dir selbst immer ehrlich bist!

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