Ghetto Commandments

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T-Pain

Faheem Rasheed Najm (born September 30, 1985), who goes by his stage name T-Pain, is an American singer-songwriter, rapper, record producer, and actor. His debut album, Rappa Ternt Sanga, was released in 2005. In 2007, T-Pain released his second studio album Epiphany, which reached number one on the Billboard 200. His third studio album, Thr33 Ringz, was released in 2008. T-Pain has earned two Grammy Awards alongside artists Kanye West and Jamie Foxx. more »

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2010

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Woo
Yeah yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me father
Dear Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay (Ay) 
Ay (Ay)
Ay (Ay)
Ay (Ay)

[Chorus]
Follow my ghetto commandments
You'll gon really see the way that I handle it
You gon' get to be fucked down
Or you gon' get fucked up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments

Nigga, 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're gonna' curse us all, (all)
Then I'm gonna' have to curse yo ass
The leave you in the park,
Underneath some bugs, dirt, and grass (yeah)
I'm the only me, (me)
But I'm the first to bust (bust)
And you're the first victim, (victim)
Quenching my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work for us (us)
I'll turn ya hook to ashes,
And turn your verse to dust
Tell me the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Cause I love the love, (love)
But I'm in love with lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to cut her and when
They devils come up to leave a crack of a crack of a 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 asked for putt (fore)
So when you come up to my trap you're just asking for us

[Chorus]

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 shit all puffy so,
Thou shall not see (see)
Thou shall not smile
Thou shall never show his teeth
I'll paint thou art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said don't talk,
Shoot you in ya ass daddy's head and feet,
And how you gon' walk
I'm sick in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop around the ocean, I leave the fisherman red
So much blood on the car, the cops holla' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that doo-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 aint talking about twitter
And I say,

[Chorus]

The run away, the rap around (Rap aight)
You talk, then you walk, me I'm shaftin' down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we don't f*ck around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' break that down (break it down)
They do there's, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blowed up, crippin' with my family
And we don't don't give a f*ck about the,
P.O's, the C.O's, cause we know, wheres we go
That we goes,
We do time in parole (rol)
Now I'm back on the black at night shift
Stack on the block I'm cockin' it
Back in the lot fo' lockin' it and you know that im co-rocking it
Shoebox full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrating the ghetto by popping it
So no champagne or Crystal
Machine guns or pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood shit
Like that? Game over (over)
See in my hood we crip, or dip
So, follow me
So, follow me
So, follow me
On some gangsta shit, Biotch

[Chorus]

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