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It's hot like hell in the south |
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It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south |
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So white boys trippin' cause we iced out |
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Cool as a cucumber hoppin' out |
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A '73 Impala with the brains blowed out |
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Let the robbers follow |
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Swear to God, **** nigga, get your brain blowed out |
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Your baby momma followed or your man shot down |
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I'm from Martin |
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Luther King, respect it it's holy ground |
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Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house |
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Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow |
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I'm the shit cause |
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I come from the bowels |
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The guts of the city, ain't a nigga ****in' with me |
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Young player from the |
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South, tell stories like |
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Biggie Take the |
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King's English, paint pictures so vivid |
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That the listener will swear to |
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God they lived it |
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If that ain't |
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God in motion, nigga tell me what is it? |
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The church ladies weep when they hear ya man speak |
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They say they see |
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God in me, but |
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I'm in the streets |
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They ask me why |
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I'm rappin', tell me |
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I'm called to preach |
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I smile, I kiss'em on they honey brown cheeks |
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I tell'em |
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God bless'em and they can serve for me |
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But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea |
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If Jesus came back, |
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Mother, where you think he'd be? |
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Probably in these streets with me... |
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Peace... [Chorus:] |
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Came out the valley of the shadow of death |
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Judas still got the knife in my back |
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Devil's tryin' to get with |
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G like a crab |
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Haters mad cause |
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I baptized my laugh |
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Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself |
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If heaven got a ghetto you can bet |
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I'll be there |
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God is with me |
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God is in me |
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God is in me |
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To get to heaven |
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I will raise hell |
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But before |
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I be a servant in white heaven |
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I will rule in a black hell |
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See the leader jumpin' out a black |
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SL On the block like ' |
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Yes, yeah, the truth here' |
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Living reckless for a necklace and big chain |
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The wages of sin is death not the chain gang |
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Touch my chain, |
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I bang bang bang |
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Leader of the |
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Grind Time |
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Rap Gang mang |
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We a squadron of |
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God's marksmen |
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Greek heroes, we the new |
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Titans Young |
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Achilles, nigga, |
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I will kill these niggas |
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No homo, I just don't feel these niggas |
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Laid back seeing panoramic views |
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It's a angelic view, the sky so blue |
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Similar to my diamonds and they hue |
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I pray my success is a torment to you |
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God MC boy, ex d-boy |
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Only thing real in a room full of decoys |
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Angel wings got a nigga flying higher |
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I hope my success burn you like hellfire |
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I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh |
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Torments your ass like a man possessed |
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Be blessed... |
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Amen... |