Woo

Yeah yeah ay

Woo

Forgive me father

Dear Heavenly Father ha

Ah

Ay

Yeah yeah

Trap

Ay

Trap Trap Trap

Follow my ghetto commandments

You gon' really see the way that I handle it

You gon' be the f**k down

Or you gonna' get f**ked up

Its kill or be killed

Get buck or get f**ked up n***a

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 hit it one more time

Follow my Ghetto Commandments

Follow my Ghetto Commandments

N***a first of all

All

I'm the first and last

Last

You just the first to fall

Fall

I'm just the first to blast

Blaw

If you wanna curse us all

All

Then I'mma' have to curse yo a*s

And leave you in the park

Underneath a bunch of dirt and grass

Yeah

I'm the only me

Me

But I'm the first of us

Bust

And you the first victim

Victim

Quenching my thirst for blood

Ugh

Trust me homie you don't want to go to work wit' us

Us

I'll turn you hook to ashes

Ash

And turn your verse to dust

Dust

Tell me what's the difference between love and lust

Lust

Because I love the love

Love

But I'm in love with lust

Lust

Walk up to your b***h and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils come

Is

Leave dat crack in the crack of her butt

Yeah

Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck

Truck

And when she come up like a squirrel

She just asking for nuts

Brr

24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for putt

Fore

So when you come to my trap you're just asking for us

They say thou shall not talk

Talk

Thou shall not speak

Speak

Thou shall bow in the presences of a G

G

I spray mace in a bad boy's eye

Leave his s**t all puffy so

Thou shall not see

See

Thou shall not smile

Thou shall never show his teeth

I hate thou art thou thou shall repeat

Peat

Thou shall not

Thou shall not

B***h I said don't talk

Shoot you in your a*s and stab your feet

Now how you gon' walk

I'm sick in the head I piss in the bed

Hop up out the ocean and I leave the fishermen red

So much blood on the set the cops hollerin' out 'soo woo'

B***h I'm from New Orleans you know I know that voo doo

Ipod blastin' 2pac yeah hit em up

Chow down spit em up

Black bag get em up

Call the chef tonight were having sinners for dinner

Ain't no wireless in the hood so I ain't talking about twitter

When I say

The run around the rap around

Rap around

You talk then you walk me I'm shackled down

Sh sh

See me and the pigs we don't f**k around

Uh uh

That snitching in the hood lemme' break that down

Break it down

They do theirs we do ours understand me

I'm blue'd up crippin with my family

And we don't give a f**k about the

POs the COs cause we knows

That we goes that we goes

We do time then parole

Rol

Now I'm back on the block gettin' mad s**t

Stacking the block cold cockin' it

Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co rockin it

Shoebox full of money with a sock in it

And we celebrate in the ghetto by popping it

No champagne or Cristal

Machine guns n' pistols

Tols

Blaw hood s**t

Like that Game over

Over

See in my hood we crip or dip so

On some gangsta s**t Biotch