Lyrics Ghetto Gospel - Sauce Walka
In
you
and
I,
there′s
a
new
land
(Chamberlain,
he's
got
it)
Let
me
talk
that
street
shit
man
My
sanctuary,
my
sanctuary,
yeah
In
you
and
I,
there′s
a
new
land
Ghetto
Gospel,
you
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about
Angels
in
flight
Wonk
uoy
naht
noitceffa
erom
deen
I
My
sanctuary,
my
sanctuary,
yeah
Broken
hearts
makin′
million
dollar
launching
pads
I′m
from
a
neighborhood
where
niggas'
attitude
is
fuck
a
dad
Where
niggas
only
dream
is
to
ball
and
stunt
with
shit
they
never
had
But
all
they
end
up
with
is
two
baby
mamas
and
a
Jag
Weighin′
bags
while
the
neighbors
pass,
hopin'
it
double
fast
Re-up
with
your
rent
money,
fuck
it
up,
your
ass
potato
mash
And
from
the
past,
fuck
ups
you
done
had,
it
ain′t
no
frontin'
bags
Stress
awake
the
evil,
now
he
hittin′
his
homeboys
for
cash
No
mask,
just
settin'
up
scenes,
he
got
an
acting
class
Nigga
get
robbed
with
you
and
act
mad
then
go
and
count
your
cash
Shit
sad,
make
you
wish
murder
was
an
app
on
iPad
Download
and
press
one
button
and
kill
your
roach
ass
My
lil'
nigga
got
three
stripes,
he
ain′t
tuckin′
no
flags
Ever
punched
a
tough
nigga,
made
him
tell
jokes
like
Sinbad
Walked
around
your
enemy's
hood
strapped
like
gym
pads
Caught
everything
I
done
did,
smashed
on
they
bitch
ass
Heard
buddy
got
killed
for
his
ho,
he
loved
the
bitch
ass
She
was
fuckin′
on
his
partner,
he
fought
him,
and
then
got
shit-bagged
Doctor
said
that
he
was
gon'
make
it,
he
had
a
good
chance
But
then
his
kidney
failed
and
he
died
and
this
bitch
still
playin′
I
just
seen
the
bitch
with
Lou
Williams
and
he
her
sixth
man
These
hoes
will
do
whatever
for
dick,
shoes,
and
a
suntan
Bitches
tryna
be
boo'd
up,
I′m
thinkin'
boudin
Before
I
let
a
ho
wife
me
I'll
sell
food
cans
Your
big
homie
a
buster,
he
buy
his
Jordans
from
a
shoe
stand
He
think
making
shirts
for
the
hood
is
a
genius
new
plan
Y′all
need
to
put
y′all
money
together
and
get
him
a
new
van
If
he
ever
play
with
me
I'ma
tat
his
face
with
a
new
hand
The
laws
gettin′
hot
in
the
city,
this
bitch
like
Sudan
You
can't
play
no
games
with
them
bitches,
they
shoot
with
two
hands
My
people
yellin′
peace
and
no
violence,
they
showin'
two
hands
But
you
wake
up
in
the
morning,
it′s
another
one
on
the
newsstand
My
partner
cut
his
monitor
off,
he
got
a
new
stance
Paroled
on
fifty
percent
of
his
time,
skip
to
my
lou
dance
Niggas
sayin'
fuck
a
blue
warrant,
let's
take
the
blue
chance
Nowadays
niggas
do
whatever
for
stacks
of
blue
bands
Niggas
ready
to
give
up
they
mama
to
have
a
blue
hand
The
shit
that
niggas′ll
do
for
a
twenty′ll
make
you
puke,
man
Sad
but
it's
true,
man
Gotta
clean
the
table
when
you
chew,
man
′Cause
crumbs
done
brought
the
evil
out
a
few,
man
They
say
to
do
your
dirt
by
your
lonely,
that's
hard
to
do,
man
′Cause
pressure
always
easier
felt
when
done
by
two,
man
But
every
time
you
put
on
a
nigga,
he
turn
to
Susanne
A
bitch
in
male
clothing,
the
street
shit
is
broken
Everybody
want
all
the
smoke,
this
shit's
a
joke,
man
Until
a
hookah
burnin′
your
chest
and
it's
blood
you're
choking
You
never
politicked
in
the
hood,
you
not
a
spokesman
So
stop
tellin′
these
rappers
they
good
when
they
do
shows,
man
Pull
up
to
the
flyers
they
on
and
slap
the
doorman
Make
a
nigga
say
cheese
and
shade
the
room
with
some
whoop-ass
Y′all
niggas
ain't
havin′
no
academics
in
them
bookbags
Just
good
boys
that
look
bad,
this
street
shit
got
so
sad
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