Ghetto Sermon Lyrics - Singles - Gospel Gangstas

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 'cause they fold 

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

'cause 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, 

'cause 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 

'cause 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