God forgive me, for I have sinned against my brother. I was forced to, by the circumstances of the ghetto.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die, before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die, before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.I close my eyes and often reminisce of the hard times and the crimes I committed to survive.They say that I'm wrong, but you gon' give me a G. My son and my daughter need shoes on they feet, so I sold drugs and rob punk motherfuckers.The way I was raised, on the east side, got a Glock on my side, ski mask on my lap.And if I'm broke with no hesitation, I'm takin' your scratch. I rise with killers and slayers, keep one in the chamber.You choose to wade through the streets, then you deal with the danger.They say I'm wrong, but life's a bitch, and Mickey D's ain't gon' pay a motherfucker a grip.The only way I was raised, I gots to get paid. You cross a motherfucker, get your trick ass sprayed.Yeah, I know brothers out there feel me, and if I'm wrong, I'll die wrong. God forgive me.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wade, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wade, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.I was born in Oakland, raised in the ghetto, and I was always taught to stay acapella on the crimes that I commit.You can't have * if you got too many heads on your hip.You gotta have confidence if you wanna bounce to this.Don't correct or don't go at all. I put my whole life on this.My mind moved out of state, but I stay. Can't believe in the old, cause that's the way I get paid.You can't take the ghetto off me, cause that's the way that you found me.So fools in the old, please don't doubt me. God put me on this earth, to serve and protect myself, until I hit the dirt and wreck myself.Since I'm still living, I feel ain't no healing in my killing, until the hollow tips start drilling.Do what's best, that's the reason I confess, to get this hole hidden off my chest.God, forget it. God, forget it. God, forget it. God, forget it. God, forget it. God, forget it.Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wait. I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wait. I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Mama's worrying, she can't pay her rent. It's problem after problem, this lick was heaven sent.Followed him home, watched him walk in his house.I crept up on him.As quiet as a mouse, kicked in his dough. Now I got him in my sight.Waka-bob, motherfucker, nighty-night.Damn, it's a shame, what people do for money. But if the tippers were turned, you know, he would've done me.Lord, have mercy on my soul, please help me.Cause I refuse to die before I'm wealthy.My Benz in the house is essential.I feels good when I work my presidential.Cause as a youngster, I didn't have *. Now you're claiming I'm wrong, because of the way I clock my grip.I know you players.I'm sure of this.Ya'll feel me.And if I'm wrong, I'll die wrong, God forgive me.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wait.I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die, before I wait.I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleep.I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.My soul to keep, if I should die, before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, before I wake.