Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, hear me Lord, yo If killin' niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins And all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my
With the perfect hair and the perfect wife And the perfect kids and the perfect life I can finally be somebody Let's play born-again American, resistance
-hop around, really it's obvious. Got to be gospel, can't say, "Really it's positive." The rugged cross is the object that we've got to lob to kids, whether
you just can't handle the truth." Nah the bad news is; while the gospel's an offense lack of clarity and substance just adds to it So leave out the trivial tricks Moms and kids
take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let each coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
' Somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas who got them kids Who got enough to buy an ounce But not enough to bounce them kids
Black cotton, black cotton, black cotton A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tale Ghetto gospel that is, listen Robbin's black cotton
a man you would hate an' despise I'd rave an' I'd rant an' I'd scream an' yell An' I'd chase my neighbors from here to Hell If I hadn't heard those kids
Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel! Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [verse one] 2-Pac If I could recelect before
said disappeared from my head In the time that it took to be amazed And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids But the kids once grown up
, fiesta, forever T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone And now we back rapping on the microphone I say signing autographs for little kids delight me
him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive The blues came from gospel, gospel
[Black Child] Ghetto gospel All thugs gotta pray Hear me Lord, yo If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins and all my evil thoughts like
off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let east coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
rhyme javelin Somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' Them niggas who got them kids Who got enough to buy an ounce But not enough to bounce them kids
i can strum a little, i can hold a chord this ain't the gospel and i ain't the lord i'm no holy roller, but for what it's worth my freedom's a train
niggaz can see I rock mics religiously Those who believe ye shall receive But non-believers, you niggaz doubt my existence like agnostics The hostile gospel