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d12 – forgive me (remix) lyrics

[intro: proof]
yeah y’all, we ’bout to get of here and close up shop
thank y’all for purchasing the hand 2 hand
check out woof pac, supa emcee, purple gang, yours truly big proof
but none of this would be possible without the almighty d12 y’all
d12 featuring 50 cent, forgive me

[verse 1: swifty mcvay]
these motherf+ckers want me in jail
in my closet there’s enough skeletons in h+ll
i’ll forever be r+t+rded reguardless
an alcoholic that’ll brawl with you even if you ain’t start it
i’m evil and i ain’t trained to listen to people
i’m designed mentally not to believe you
i’m a mockery not to be f+cked with
if i could bring time back i’d probably be popping you over monopoly money
if c+cking a gun means more to me than my country
extorsionist, steady going through metamorphosis
and all that i want is more than my portion
i often drift away with thoughts of plugging officers for talking
i live in the dark and everytime i leave a carcass
leaving neighbours impossible to walk in
can’t n0body help mcvay, i’m too determined to murder sh+t
and i don’t need your motherf+cking words of encouragement

[chorus: 50 cent]
lord, forgive me, for i’ve sinned
over and over again just to stay on top
i recall memories filled with sin
over and over again… and again
[verse 2: bizarre]
i confess to being a crack addict and bad dad
who would sleep with a f+g just to get a bag
my life’s so f+cking bad
i wish i was white with a confederate flag tatted on my ass
i was raised as jehovah’s witness
facing a ten year sentence, raping girls relentless
i love tony yayo so much
i shot a b+tch in the gut so i could get sent the f+ck up
i’ma f+cking nut that don’t give a f+ck
matter of a fact, everyone in my group f+cking sucks
except for me, i’m starting a group with steady b
ropping a bank, blaming it on cool c

[verse 3: proof]
barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
only this much sh+t i can stand fore your lips punching my hands
quick+tempered, short+fused and p+ssed at god
demons pullin’ at my soul until it’s ripped apart
secret’s out, momma: that fire, i started it
f+ck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire sh+t
what’s positive about a father that bust nuts then bust up
and a momma that don’t show her son enough love?
sh+t, that’s probably why i run from my first son
and force these chickenhead b+tches to get abortions
i married the game, my mistress is fame
my girl packed up her clothes sh+t, she know i ain’t gon’ change
go insane in this world evil as ours
i done shot at houses, people and cars
the deeper the scars, the worse is the history
god, you ain’t gotta forgive me, just don’t forget me
[chorus: 50 cent]
lord, forgive me, for i’ve sinned
over and over again just to stay on top
i recall memories filled with sin
over and over again… and again

[verse 4: kuniva]
yo i stomped some n+ggas out in the club
i had a couple slugs thrown at me by these little so called “thugs”
and i laughed at my momma quick, just to get up outta sh+t
mumbling and walking away talking a lot of sh+t
plus i used to hate my father for leaving home
i was young, i didn’t understand until i was grown
and i got even with n+ggas and i knew i was bold
instead of me breaking they nose i just f+cked they hoes
i had thoughts of murdering n+ggas for crossing that line
or interfering with what’s mine at the drop of a dime
i can flip out on some f+ck hip+hop sh+t in a minute
and go in your studio and k!ll everybody that’s in it
the dogs said that h+ll is hot and i know it’s scorching
before my wife was my life i made her get abortions
the unbelievable acts i did in the past
(forgive me god) i pray it’s not an unconceivable task

[chorus: 50 cent]
lord, forgive me, for i’ve sinned
over and over again just to stay on top
i recall memories filled with sin
over and over again… and again
[outro: proof]
shout out to joe loops
my man [?] shady records
iron fist records
[?]
my man mario “skinnyboysgraphix”
hottest graphic dude out there y’all, hand 2 hand
’bout to close it on out, i know i talk too much
i love all y’all man for supporting us
tryna keep hip+hop alive and in the streets, you heard me?
and for those that don’t know
please go cop that “searching for jerry garcia”
and bizarre “handicap circus” album in stores right now y’all
peace!

- d12 lyrics

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