Ghetto Sermon

[Tick Tock] *Talkin*
 Ay Chill where da intro at?
 [Chill] *Talkin*
 Ay man, I aint even knowin
 You got to get at Dub about that
 [Tick Tock] *Talkin*
 Ay Dub
 [Dub] *Talkin*
 What's up Lok
 [Tick Tock] *Talkin*
 You got the intro ready homie
 [Dub] *Talkin*
 Intro, Ay homles this is Holy Terror
 The music speaks for itself
 [Dub]
 My dawg slipped, a pistol grip blasted
 Caught em in his back and now I'm rappin infront his casket
 Now you can't just this world my word is good as gold
 Homies claim they're homies but they're phonies cause they fold
 Now as it's told, stroll with me down another life
 Hold on tight, cause the brightest day is your darkest night
 Look to your right as you see a brother gon persue you
 They were pointin like they knew you, they just jackers tryin to do you
 Runnin at you ready to grab you, yellin get up off me
 Cause ain't no killin you softly, you peep they deep
 Now you got to reach to put em to sleep
 You pour out brew for you deceased
 And wish your ememies, rest in grief
 That took your homies away from you like a thief
 I been there if, not worst, the same places
 And conversate wit killas on a first name bases
 I be like what up Mike, what up I was handin what up Ron
 See dont get yourself caught up in this game
 Cause this game will give you a number and snatch away your name
 But the world keeps turnin and I'ma keep preachin
 And the Double G's be Deacons at the ghetto sermon