Master P ft. Game & Nipsey Hu$$le - God Forgive Us Lyrics

God Forgive Us Lyrics by Master P ft. Game & Nipsey Hu$$le

(Intro)
God forgive us cus we do not know what we do
We only do what we see
The gift
All my real niggas out there
No limit forever mane
I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas
I’m back to get what’s mine
This my life uh
This my life nigga
No limit forever
Boss of all bosses
Godfathered this shit nigga

(Verse)
A lil skinny nigga called me underdog
Hanging with my potnas, parkin that expensive cars
It’s funny how the rock that changed a nigga life
Went from sleepin on the floors to mattress, fuckin over night
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
100 G’s to the preacher, shoulda seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped
But these lil nigga to kill yo life is just one trip
Keep my pistol cocked, homie I don’t fuck with cowards
Took my bitch out the hood, here’s a million dollars
Put my trust in God and I love haters
Cus every time they talk shit, nigga I get paper
Watch yo enemies, you even got to watch yo friends
Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
Boz caused this shit last year man this shit funny
Real niggas that turned bitch behind a little money
I thank God for my potna, my nigga Joey
Cus when I was hurt and he ain’t talk shit, he said pitch and throw it

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Verse)
It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck wit you
Tie you and yo bitch up, then hop in the truck wit you
You die on yo way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
This next bar for Rihanna, I’m fuckin you
Gangsta, hit it doggie style, what Chris Brown bump it to
Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
Drove Rarris, parked Mazzis
Crooked on Appalachian sloaps
Ayo P they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this be
But these are the memoires of the gold rope
Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
Crazy motherfucker, my conscience dream for a loco
Ice tea in them bricks, I been fuckin with Coco
11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a G.I. Joe
Birds by the boatload, that bitch life in a choke hold
It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
Yea, ain’t no limit to this real shit
Masterin them pieces, 12, it’s time to kill shit

(Hook)
Yea, let’s make a toast to this real shit
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
Rollin up switchers to this real shit
She still prayin for the patience not to kill shit
We started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
It’s no limit to this real shit

(Outro)
Keep the credits rollin nigga
This my movie, I’m the director
I told yall niggas
Yall done woke up that motherfuckin sleep and jock