Gospel Gangstas Ghetto Sermon Lyrics

Ghetto Sermon Lyrics

my dog slipped the pistol grip,

blasted caught him in his back and now im
rappin in front a this casket 

now you cant touch this, well, this world is
cold, my word is good as gold homies claim they homies but they phonies cuz they
fold 

now as its told, stroll with me down another life, hold on tight


cuz the brightest day is your darkest night 

look to the right as you
see around me or pursue you 

they was pointin like they knew you, they just
jackers tryin to do you 

wait a minute, let you grab your get em up of me,


cuz aint no killin you softly 

you peep they deep, 

so now you
gotta meets where they put em to sleep 

you pulls out proof of yo decease,
and wish your enemies rest in grief 

that took your homies' life away from
him like a thief 

ive been to, if not worse, the same places 

and
conversate with killers on a first name basis 

i be like word up Mike, word
up, Bibles handed, 

John word up, Towers handed, Chef and whats up Ron


see dont get yourself caught up in this game 

cuz this game'll give
you a number and snatch away your name 

but the world keeps turnin 

and
im on keep preachin 

and the Double Gs is deacons at the ghetto sermon