Dark Side Lyrics by Wheatus
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 girlfriends
God bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
And any extra guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world is all fucked up
In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' lethal
And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got nigga
Even if somebody, gots to get shot nigga
Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops
We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at?
Probably somewhere at Dunkin' Donuts
While black child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed
Now let me load my heat before I go to sleep
And pray to God, I don't end up six feet deep
'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers
And all my niggaz at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake
Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake
God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord please
Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with protection
It's nothin' on this Earth that my soul should warn
Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we trust
The God's copped me a path, now that's righteous
I'm tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breath
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