Verse 1
I ain't afraid to say
Like you ain't afraid to hate
Wanna tell you face to face
Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate
Wanna go to war with the mormons
Wanna take a bath with the catholics
Gonna find yoself in a burning hell
Where them demons laughing
And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In case you can't get in
Don't wanna see you burn
Want to see you turn baby
And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady
Now do you hear me Shady
Cuz it ain't all gravy
And one day wishing
And you screaming Jesus Christ save me
Chorus
Burn baby burn
That's right we said it
If you don't turn
You better not forget it
Burn baby burn
You wanna play with God
If you don't turn
You suckaz think you hard
Burn baby burn
You know it's holy war
If you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
na na now what na na now what
Check it out
Verse 2
I'm teachin cats
How to live with wife and the kids
Not doing time on the bids
Cuz son I now how it is
I spent my time in Riker's Island too
Never seen a smiling crew
They wanna slither you
You know how Riker's Island do
Dudes get in they face
Slithered and living with scars
The only dreams that they livin
Is dreamin life without bars
And son they gotta wake up
And then they eat to keep they weight up
The stress got em losing their mind
About to break up
You rappers ain't feeling me
Say no room for me in the industry
But it's clear to see
What the indy is missing is me
You rappers got the same flow
Talk about the same (moan)
About your little dough
We know how the story go
I know just what I'm doing
And who I'm doing it for
I spit it real for my kids
Just like I spit it for yours
And for the ones feelin like blowin a hole in they head
Feelin like they better off dead
Ever since you got your deal
Ever since you made your mil
Your gift was meant to heal
But still you wanna kill
Talk about your purple pills
Rolling thru your purple hills
I ain't gonna front
Cuz you phonies can't keep it real
You wanna holla back
Then get at me dog
Finally somebody got the gall
To spit it to ya'll
Lets ride out
Chorus
Verse 3
The ghetto ain't fabulous
And yet you tellin us
How you came straight from the gutter
And how we gotta bust
I've saw behind the bars
You know they life is scared
And how they bout to lose they life
By fightin on the yard
They looking thru the fence
You on the other side
On MTV you makin mils
And still you gonna lie
And you don't even know just what we goin thru
And if you do then you should come and help us make it thru
Now have you ever had a partner to die
To see their momma cry
Kids at their casket
With the tears in they eye
And if you do now tell me how they gonna make it
And when they feel they can't take it
Because they know they can't shake it
You just another big lying talking brother
Don't care about these mothers
Or if we kill each other
#1 like Nell
You can be on TRL
But if you don't switch it up
You can still go to (vroom)
Chorus
How many gonna raise they seed
How many gonna blow that weed
How many gonna slang that dope
When we know it's hope we really need
How many gonna make 'em bleed
How many gonna make 'em freeze
How many gonna push that weight
Do anything it take to get that cheese
See 'em everyday get hit with a charge
Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's kinda hard behind them bars
20 to life and you full of the strife
'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life
'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his place, no one
Really don't matter 'bout the color or race
When the bullets start to fly all thru the place
Shorty got shot with a chrome 45
Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie
How many mommas out here gotta cry
How many kids out here gotta die
Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes
Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right
uh-hua, okay, no how no way
Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen
Everybody from the money maker to the player hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace
Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later
But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace
Cause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta
You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease
'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be
45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood
Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood
Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire
Come on the block to make sure you die
Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene
Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame
They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough
Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it
Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua
Another life gone 'cuz you messin' with her
Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck
Step out of line playas ready to bust
Chorus
Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your
guns up
Switch up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out when they run up
On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps
Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate
But you swift on your feet to get the cream
Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin'
So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all
Chorus
I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'
So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning
When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin'
Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me
Or will it get the best of me
No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to
In the end you can't pretend 'cuz it's all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled
And did the right thing that was written in red
All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore
And there be blood on the floor from the night before
Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need
When the lights go down, and the curtians close
We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows
Verse 1
Yo I roll with Godbody
Prayin fearin nobody
My life belong to Him
So I don't need a shoty
You ain't got no peace at home
Ridin, cryin on the phone
Puffin lah
Ready to die
So you huffin on your chrome
So if the Ruff wanna ride
The Ruff gotta die
Just like if Puff wanna walk
Then Puff gotta lie
People just don't understand
I spit it righteously
But you get your life right
And you might just be
Got you candy-coated sweet-long
With the feet on
Clockin dollars everyday
But you know you livin wrong
So just livin life in this war like it's a game
All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came
In the streets they learn to kill
In the club they pack steel
And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real
So they learn to throw slugs
Like they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong
But it kills me to see those thugs that don't care
When they die leavin' children behind
It ain't fair
Some wanna ride
Some wanna die
But heres your chance to live or
Chorus
Live or die
''cause the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die
Look what you wanna do
Live or die
I know you claim to be real
I see the thug in your eye
So what you wanna do
Live or die
''cause the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go
Now what you wanna do
Live or die
All the dough that you make you can't take when you go
East Coast
Name one get some
Yo we got this here
Predestened by the Lord
You can't stop this here
I roll with the real ones
'Bout to drop this here
Your visions kinda blury
We 'bout to make this clear
Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' ''cause you lost your pops
The block was so hot you had to slang that rock
Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock
Thuggin' hard up in my life
Dogg I had to stop
Saw my my man last year
He just got locked
Escaped from the hood
Just like Lot
Didn't wanna get shot
End up just like Pac
Or end up in the flames
''cause It's just too hot
Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track
While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac
What you spittin but not livin
I'm tired of this phonie act
Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game
''cause as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same
You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame
Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game
Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you
I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to
Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you
Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you
But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you
But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you
I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim
But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game
Chorus
Verse 1
Let me holla at you true thugs
Fo da ones wanna dump slugs
On da corner where dey slang drugs
Only God is thicker dan blood
Fo da sake of da luv
Know He shedded His blood
Who you thinkin it was
Huh Huh Huh Huh
Had you dumpin dem slugs
Leavin em dead
Whey dey really did needed da luv
Huh! Jiggaz?
Cause you got figgaz
You can die quick
You can ride or die or
You can live life wit us
Too many on da lockdown
So you better tell em all put da glock down
4-mics in da Source think you hot now
While you ridin in yo Chev wit yo top down
All da way from Pompano
To let em know
Son, just how da story go
And from Ft. Lauderdale
Where dey make em yell
And dey push more weight dan mail
In da M I A where da thugs live and die everyday
In da hood where da mommas cry everyday
Where da kids listen to Slip-n-Slide everyday
(okay--Shut Up)
S. FLA--dat's why we die
In da MIA--dat's why we die
In da dirty south ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die
Carolina--dat's why we die
ATL--dat's why we die
Alabama, Mississippi young thugs--dat's why we die
Chorus
You got dese young girls backin it up--dat's why we die
You got dese young cats blazin it up--dat's why we die
Cash Money--dat's why we die No Limit--dat's why we die
Roc-a-fella ya'll tellin dese lies--dat's why we die
Not Limit--dat's why we die
Murder Inc--dat's why we die
Roc-a-fella--dat's why we die
Verse 2
Let me tell you somethin partna you ain't ready to die
Cause you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes
Same ones dat stare you right in yo mouth
Same ones dat run up in yo house
And da ones you thought was down wit you
Hit you up in da back wit a 22
Fo da hell of it
So I'm tellin it
Don't even know who you messin wit
When you husslin everyday in dese streets--dat's drug money
Then you leavin people dead in dese streets--dat's blood money
And then these babiez can't even eat--dat's not funny
Huh Uh--dat's why we die Huh Uh--dat's why we die
Yo words hittin em up like a hot slugg
Made da girls wanna bounce in da hot tub
See da pain in her eyes--never knew luv
Let em know dat Christ is da true luv
And I Know you drive a big Benz
Big body wit da tight endz
Navigators and Escalades sittin on da blades
Cuase you wanna get paid
Everybody want it nowadays
Black Rob said it's whoa (whoa whoa)
Make you wanna hit da ceilin yo
Cause you make a million sales
Sittin in da jail (but he back in jail)
Cause da devil caught you slippin yo
A-Z body wanna flow fo dough
So dey lose dey soul
Ya'll know how da story go
Know how dese jiggaz is
So dey tellin you
Baby boy imma keep it real
But when you need em yo
Ain't nowhere around
Sonny boy you know da deal
In L.A.--dat's why we die
In NY--dat's whey we die
East and west coast tellin dese lies--dat's why we die
Chorus
Verse 3 (D.C.P.)
'78 lil thug killer born into a world of sin
Pimps, coke, fast cash
Momma thought I wouldn't last
Born with a pipe in my hand
Cause she did what she did to get the blast
Got a little older
Now I'm on the streets with a pocket full of D and the heat
And the cola seeds in the dosha
Beat in the nova trying to succeed
To a key and a bolda
Now rap game got to change like Ford to Chevrolet
Look boy to many of em man getting sprayed
Ya boy been slanging yah since '98
Now Florida state got your boy caged
Tell them playboy to let Christ in
Bet you 9 out of 10 thugs stay out the pin
Trying to get dividends
So you spit venom in lost souls
Dog now your boy stretching 10 from Calieo
All the way back to the MI--MLK in the shy
Spittin fire reaching them all
While ya'll boys trying to ball
And we go fly while ya'll boys steady fall
Look through while ya'll snorting the coke
Sip mo while we saving a soul
Lip swole cause ya'll messing with us
Ain't mean it though
But ya'll rustled the bus
Dog you can spark me
Go ahead if you please
But every knee gone bow
NY to the Keys
Slip and Slide in the fire
Devil burning em up
You can still turn around woddy
Lifting em up
Navigator truck boy chicks and chains
Ain't nothing to me cat
I'm about making em change
Wood grain and 'cain
Must pass away
That's why we die lil dog
You gone have to pay
Verse 1 (D.C.P)
Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack
from
dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a
smoke
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke
boy when
you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the
sky streets
infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right
you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now
jezabel got you
lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear
of God
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta
hit the
club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your
waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me
if I have
to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush
Chorus
End results ya'll its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
We never learn that's why many forever burn
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn
Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl
built
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be
careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a
small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades
spinning like
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta
yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you
feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she
done
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack
thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took
everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right
along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i
can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living
wrong these
are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living
long
now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the
black
fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of
reaping
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over
dough
Chorus
Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood
with your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how
could it
be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's
messed up when
you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail
so we
can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make
cream wanna
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these
cats gone
say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies
caught
in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it
for got
these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more
time with
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to
say when
it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed
next
thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head
Chorus
Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what
All U Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what
East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what
Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs
Ready to mash on you thuggs
Verse 1
Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs
I'll trade you love fo dem sluggs
Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs
Dey say dey love you, I know
But all dey want is da dough
N if you mess up
Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow
N all ou playaz -n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love
Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo glock wit yo dropp
Baby packin da steel
I rather be in God's will
While dey plottin to kill
You can't adjust to da truth
Ima still be keepin it real
Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin
Got mothers grievin
Squeezin gats
Leavin em flat
Fo no reason
Not even breathen
Like you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full blades
In some alcohol
Kiss a Parona
Dis-ra-spectin yo momma
No no fear fo yo life
Say you be back on Manyanna
Chorus
Verse 2
I was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs
You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs
Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what
But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg
You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel
You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field
You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real
Maken dem mills you live -n- you die fo da scrill
Forget you rappers dat won't hear me
I bring it real
See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game
But you gone feel me
Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit
Da reason I'm droppin
I know dat you thuggs gone feel it
See da thugg in yo eye
So I gotta reply
You betta listen to me son
You ain't ready to die
To look my Lord up in his eye
-N- ya gotta tell em why
You waste yo life gettin high
So now you gotta fry
Bye Bye
So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah
Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs
While you all between dey thighs
Na why
Claimin dat you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol
Girls up in dis thang
U's a queen up in dis thing
Don't loose yo dream up in dis thang
Fo da cream up in dis thang
Said you tired of sheddin tears
w/homies dats catchin years
When u ready to make a change
(Say Homie) we right here
Chorus
Verse 3
You cat's gone see da flames
Fo sellin yo soul in dis game
Son you need to read da Word
So you can learn to maintain
It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain
Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane
All u cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin
Split tongue like a serpent
Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin
I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah
I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles
Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the charmes
Car alarmes, gun fire heard by my moms
Had to be Elohim in the midst of the game
Made it out the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
Dirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make
a jack move
yeah, by the way dog like bag food
Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at
there
Killas watchin them die
I taste death, hey what was the recipe
Couple inch bullet heart, doggs barkin' at me
Runnin' for my life like Any Given Sunday
Thank God for your life, we all die one day
Ghetto victory is what I'm tellin' you cats
The need to whitness better be to come thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, like America bombed Iraq
Done forgot the boys equiped, 44's in they backpack
Chorus
Ghetto victory, boy we made it
Made it out the fire, now we can't be faded
Ghetto victory (2X)
We push keys, killa not Y-A
Slangin' keys bone tunes, playa gettin them saved
Surounded by project chillin', project livin'
Jesus needed bad, 'cuz we'd all die chillin'
Blasted up for no simple reason
Thugs seperate from God, all because of treason
Some cat's don't make it out breathin'
I did, 'cuz I chose to live, Dunn
I been thru, Wodie, just like you
Almost caught two, Shorty like Pac two
By the grace of God, had me covered in the hood
Unseen bodyguards stop the murder when they could
They pulled me over like a nautica sweater
Things better, so keep peepin out the letter
Black jetta, cats bust black berettas
Homicide mission, we all die over chedder
Boy please, killas greedy on the streets
Tryin to eat up all the cheese like a bunch of Granny's
It's so amazin' ain't no time for me hatin'
Jesus knew what he done, sendin me to the nation
Makin' soldiers, I whitness thugs drop the cola
Picked up the Cross, now them boys top rollers
Chorus
Them sucker demons try to hit me, clip empty
Run for cover to the G-O-D
Said retaliate back, King James 380
Southern style boy, get jiggy
Trigger finger itchey, what ready to blast
Quarterback when them suckers hut, slangin 'em fast
folks told me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumper
Tryin to hit the highway, slangin coke and some water
Almost was a gonner, When dread stuck me with the stunner
Jesus please, I got away, I start runnin'
Lord, I'm comin', I'm givin it up
Promise no more dank, bein Pookie and stuff
It's no laughin matter, where you spend your life forever
If Hell's your destination, better climb back up the ladder
West Coast get ghetto victory, East Coasts get ghetto victory
Up North get ghetto victory, Down South thats where you can find
Sing to to my fo'folk
(Verse 1)
Just a 'lil love
Take the time and come follow me, and thru this dream
And while I'm rollin' thru these neighborhoods see babies scream
And mommas fiend, yo, it's like they on the wrong team
How many people close they eyes to this american dream
I look my children in they eyes and I wipe their tears
Now don't you fear, 'cuz daddy's gonna be right here
And every river you gotta cross I'll be right there
And every paain you gotta feel, you know I'll always care
How many young gotta go to prison, behind the killin and dealin'
Not even carin' how these mothers feelin'
I know you on the swell, I know you lookin' well
But on the inside, just a lil kid that's locked behind a cell
And oh well, I never had a father there to lead 'em, but to leave 'em
And they greavin' and they barely breathin'
No reason to even try y'all to look for love
You got dealt such a bad hand to be a thug
(Chorus)
Oh, what the world needs is love
And all the homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil love, that's what we missin'
Oh, what the world needs is love, is love, we need a lil love
(Verse 2)
Never seen my pops, unless I seen him in me
Somebody please help me explain all this misery
I'm hangin' out with these older cats and I'm payin' my dues
Actin' a fool up in the streets, I'm packin' this gat and these tools
And thinkin' its cool to sellin dope and never goin to school
But I'm a fool, I listened to them when it should have been you
What kind of drama cause a momma turn her back on her kids
She said I said I'll be back, but she never did
I used to scream nobody love me
I fell in love with the streets when thugs they huged me
Know what I'm sayin', Instead of the nights fallin asleep
I fell in love with the streets, would have died as a thug hadn't been for your love
No mommas and daddys and all these homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil ove, that's what we missin'
No mommas and daddys and all these homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil love that's what we missin'
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
And just like Jah, He never knew his daddy
And just like me I never knew my daddy
And while I'm ridin' with these older homies drivin' caddies
And now we cryin' wonder why my daddy had to have me
You can relate, but now we made it thru
But it wasn't easy you see, but can't forget the ones who died
Wasn't as fortunate as me
But now that crack flood the streets, nobody know how it came
Nobody wanna tell the truth, that's why we goin' insane
Project homes are steady broken, daddys out smokin'
Watchin' babies lyin' dead in the casket, it ain't no joke
And how we gonna make it without these daddies and mommas
That's why we lost up in this world, crazy facin' this drama
Most of the fathers 20 years ago they had your back
Alot of fathers in this day and time they hooked on crack
All we need is a lil love to change all that
I know it hurts to tell the truth, but gotta face the facts
[L.G. Wise]
Yo Platinum, the whole world gon' feel you on this one
But I need Bebe and Cece, ha ha
Maybe on the remix tho', you know?
My man, Reeg, anybody that we miss wit 'chu up there, you know?
My aunties, grannies, and anybody
It's heaven y'all, it's heaven
[Verse One]
Some things'll never change when you're hurt the same pain
Think a different thought, but it's still the same brain
I know I'm, spittin' ridiculous, I'm hopin' that you're getting' this
Thinkin' 'bout the pearly gates and God while I'm writin' this
Bars tighter than cells, flows hotter than [hell]
The longer that you wait might be too late to prevail
A lot of rappers yappin' about it, don't know what it really takes
E'rybody wanna go to a better place
Thugs wanna know if there's a heaven for a G
and if you really wanna know, then bow your heads and follow me
No thugs, pimps, and Gs' is getting' in there
I ain't tryna judge you tho', I hope I'm makin' it clear
You could be a ex-thug, ex-pimp, ex-G
and if you repent for your sins, congratulations, follow me
Heaven is for a place of Nu Breed, new seed
If you still wonder tho', c'mon, follow me!
[Chorus: singers]
It's what I liiiive for
A place where love will nev-eeer cease
Willing to diiiiiie fooor
Heaven is where I wa-nnaa be
[Verse Two]
Your temp is like a hearse, so put it back in reverse
No mo' shootin', killin' people 'cause these families hurt
Get these daddies offa crack, so they can go back to work
And think again before you think about snatchin' a purse
Ain't got a dolla to your name, but thank it coulda been worse
And think about all these prisons, no priorities first
And they locked behind the bars, and don't get paid for they work
Hard times finally happened, realize what it's worth
Some things never change, so that hustles pop and God's killin'
gotta stop, no more cryin' on the blocks
You can keep sellin' rocks and when you die, don't go
Gotta change to follow Christ, if you really gon' go
Sippin' that Dom P, thinkin' it's the harm we -
gotta put it down, if heaven's where you gon' be!
..what else can I say? Heaven
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Future]
And I've been stuck in this flesh for oh-so long
Have you tryna do right, but it sometime go wrong
And I know life is short, but it just feels so long
I'm like E.T. out this beast, just wanna go home, uh
'Cause life and this drama, sometime I don't wanna bother
I really miss my grandma, I don't wanna be with my father
Could do with these haters, they -- wishin' a brother
Could do without these saints, they well-wishin' they bothers
Sick 'n tired of folks treatin' me like they my father
Why bother? I wanna go home wit 'chu
I wanna bow with the feet of the throne that You
Walk streets, paved the gold wit' you
And I really think the same-ol'-same could get over too
I know this much, but You could show me too
Just wanna touch you pastors so much
Half is hafta to grabs, can't wait to get home with you
Chorus
It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo
I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice
It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul
Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)
It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know
It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo
Another lost soul, up at the crossroads
Regulatin' up in this thang
while you suckers hatin up in this thang
You might as well respect the game
'Cuz it's time to see a change
Talk about your flows and your clothes
And all your hos and your doughs
What about the ones with the holes in their souls
Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow
And how you done lived with their dough
And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know
Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed
While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real
So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game
Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name
That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
Chorus
Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be
Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies
And think they thuggin but really buggin
On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin
While they locked in the cell,
See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that
Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back
Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch
Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this
And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist
Too many people livin they life and never knowin the risk
And yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyrical
I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricle
It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai
It ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank
Or that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool
Runnin around and thinkin you cool, 'cuz you got your tattoos
But you ain't got a clue
Chorus
For all the ones that's locked down
You claim you spreadin them love
But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs
And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear
Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of dough
It's like every other city you go and on these videos
Every time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo
Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'll
You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl
Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call
That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord
Like I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling
It ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangs
Have I told you lately that I love you
Well if I didn't darlin' I'm sorry
Did I reach out and hold you in my loving arms, when you needed me
Now I realize that you need love, too, and I'll spend my life makin' up to you
Oh, I forgot to be your lover, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
First it was Pac and then Big, I know you feelin' me kid
It had me trippin' and I'm thinkin' what kind of joke that it is
And then when Pun died it made me think of his kids
And it bring the tears to my eyes when I see these babies cry
And can't forget the Eazy, and you then know that it's fo-sheezy
Got no time for flossin' when these soldiers out here need me
And them Gravediggas, and while chasin' major figures
But the things we say are seeds that we planted, they gettin' with us
Chorus
Now I realize that you need love to
And I'll spend my life makin' up tp you
Consumed by the things of this world
And never respectin' our girls
We callin' them hos when they diamonds and pearls
And then they miss Aaliyah, so many out here wanna be her
Don't even know when the next time and when they really gonna see her
And we forgot about Him, unless we use Him in vain
And all these evil speekin' lyrics disrespectin' His name
These rappers sayin' nothin', that's why he tryin' to tell us something
While we kickin' rhymes, I see Him steady showin' signs
No more popin' pills, watchin' these young ones livin' ill
You glamorize the wicked, that's the kind of stupid that's gettin' us killed
Chorus
They drivin' Escalades, and Benz' and Lexus' and Jaguars
They rollin' on 22's with DVDs in they cars
Everyday on MTV and so they know who you are
Plus the way you live your life is like a movie star
They popin' Xs in the Lexus' Fine firls with diamond neckless'
Talkin' about how good the sexs is
And Pops gotta cry 'cuz we lost our Left-Eye
But behind the tragedy there's a reason why
Verse 1
We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son
Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up
It's been along time
No longer the wait
Don't won't no food for the thought
Get away from the plate
Blasphemy dog
You a no name god
Heaven is gonna frown
On your whole lame squad
Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard
Can't even step up on the streets without your bodyguard
So listen up Hova
The wait is over
You losin all your luck
Like a 3 leaf clover
(D.C.P.)
Bandanna head rockers
Hell's most wanted
Biblical heat busters
Raw beef you don't want it
It's bad for your blood
C-walk all over your whole crew
Christ walk with cats like us come thru
You got a prob
Take it up with Elohiem
Think you stoppin us
Then playa wak up out your dream
We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team
Snatchin souls out of ya'll
My click be unseen
Better turn your life around like a U'ie
'cause you headin straight to the fire
Like a fat dubie
Getting chocked up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs
Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin
Drunker
I ain't goin
Hittin the gates
I'm talkin about the pearly ones
Not runnin from feds
Hittin gates
We heaven bound
Gold streets
Dubs clean
No bullet proofs Lacs
Devil's bustin at me
Dirty south scene
I seen it all
Baller blow up
Baller must fall
Chorus
Wanna live your life
Go ahead and get high
Before you lose your life
The weight is over
The world waiting on us
Got the whole world son waiting on us
So when we step up on this game
Don't be hatin on us
I see you all grilled up like you ready to bust
We tired of this crap
They waitin on us
Verse 2
W I S E seekin for souls
I come to snatch em up out the fire
Son hit em and roll
I know that you thug livin
The way that you drug dealin
you say that you God fearin
I know that you love women
Comin thru the hood like you rougher than rough
But in the presence of my God
You just a speckle of dust
And it's time to bow down
Confess it to God
'cause you always grillin up
Frontin thinkin you hard
Bullets ricashay on you hundred grand dream car
Ego trippin like the whole world know who you are
You ain't ready for it
But don't mean that you won't get it
Like you talk about God
Don't mean that you gonna live it
Everybody wanna thug
nobody walkin in love
Homie Christ shed His blood
While you lettin off slugs
Eminem I know you claim to be thug
You wanna talk about Britney Spears
But won't talk about Suge
'cause if you do son
Be on the next hit list
And when he come up out the joint
Get your whole wig split
Wanna keep it gangsta
Then baby boy keep it real
Knowin you sayin anything
So the people will think you real
Know that you Slim Shady
Time to switch it up
It's time for the real one to please stand up
Sexy chica that'll pop the cris
while they watchin' you lick your lips
And you can puff the lye and you can pimp and ride
and you can thug until the day you die
Now you can smoke the blunts, tote the gats
And be the phatest one with the Lex
Homeboy you can pop the X, you can try sex
With the set tatted on your neck
You can be the H to the Izzo, V to the Izza
Really don't matter what y'all jiggas sizzay
You can live it up but you still gonna pizzay
Where you gonna run on Judgment dizay
Chorus
Hell yeah
You can go to Hell yeah
If you don't change, change, change, change, change
uh hua, chang, change, change, change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with the noise
Everybody grinnin ''cause its shiney boys
Everytime I turn around I see a jitter bug
Now the jitter bug wanna be a thug
Momma and Daddy and them ain't show no love
If you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you what
50 years old still up in the club
Pay to see the young girls shake their butt
Don't need another drink, look at your gut
Need to go home, old nasty butt
I'm gonna tell you what, switch it up
Chorus
I represent Carolina and the M-I-A
Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay
5-0-3 what can you say
Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA
Everybody in the USA
INTRO
(LG) Edi Outlaw, what's up dude
(EDI) Not much dog, what's up Wise
(LG) Yo I'm chillin--Yo, I'm glad you could make it on this one
(EDI) No doubt I'll come for the truth, dog
(LG) Word, it's time for a change
(EDI) So lets give it to 'em man
VERSE 1 (LG Wise)
Generation in a curse
And they feelin' sad
Too many shorties are in da hearse
Before they knowin they dad
How many sons will never know they daddys
So young and confused
So its the streets where they learn to live
So when they choose then they lose
Its like the day that Pac died
A place in your heart you gonna cry
I cant lie
The Lord will come and wipe da tears from yo eyes
But Jesus shed his blood to save a thug
Then they got us bustin slugs
Them haters bust his head
But he still showed em love
Its the thugs that need yo love
Its the thugs that need yo hug
Lord we need you on des streets
Thats why we dying from des slugs
So me and da Outlawz
We come father asking you for forgiveness
So you can come into our heart
And help us savin our children
Now hey young world
from Lauderdale to da Bay
Now hey young world
from MIA to L.A.
Now hey young world
from Carolina to VA
Lord hear these thugs crying and come and save us today
CHORUS
To all my shorties on da blocks (hey young world)
To all the thugs slangin rocks (hey young world)
Even if you on lock down
All my ladies the world is yours
(2X)
VERSE 2 (EDI)
These days it don't pay to play
You better make your way
Cause life ain't guaranteed to you young dudes
In the wildlife
Still livin childlike
Criminal minds of the juvenilles up lovin to wild out
Born with an anger from where
He don't even know
400 hundred years of oppression
And it's bound to show
They said he murdered his teacher on the last day of school
One shot from a 22
Left them blue
What to do
Hey young world don't believe what they tellin you
you can prevail livin in hell
you ain't a failure
Hey young world I know the times is hard
But beleive in the Light it'll get you out of the dark
Have hustle have smarts
Must of all have heart
Never let em see you shed a tear
My God
Have hustle have smarts
Must of all have heart
And never let em see you shed a tear
Yeah, Yeah
CHORUS
VERSE 3 (DCP)
Me dices que te has vuelto a enamorar
Y yo no te comprendo lo que dices
Si es que de mi te has olvidado ya
O buscas otras horas mas felices
Supongo que es tienes otro amor
Y piensas colocarlo en mi lugar
Creyendo que sera mucho mejor
Que todo lo que yo te he dado ya
Casi te envidio porque a mi tambien
Me gustaria
Tener otra ilusion
Dia tras dia
Casi te envidio porque a mi tambien
Me gustaria
Cambiar de ilusion
Pero yo no puedo
No puedo no puedo
No puedo no puedo
Vivir sin tu amor
Volver a enamorarse
Es acabar con un amor
Que ya se ha terminado
Tener quien ocupe ese lugar
Que deja la reliquia de un pasado
Si tu lo has conseguido dimelo
Que en nada yo me pienso interponer
Si tienes quien te quiera mas que yo
Adios amor y que te vaya bien
Casi te envidio porque a mi tambien
Me gustaria
Cambiar de ilusion
Pero yo no puedo
No puedo no puedo
No puedo no puedo
Vivir sin tu amor
(Casi te envidio por tener otra ilusion)
Pero yo no puedo vivir sin tu amor
(Casi te envidio por tener otra ilusion)
Si a caso lo conseguiste ven dimelo, explicalo
(Casi te envidio por tener otra ilusion)
Si eees que tiene nuevo amor que te aproveche disfrutalo
(Casi te envidio por tener otra ilusion)
Esa! de la kexu para vos
Hoy pienso en el momento en que te conoci
Hoy me doy cuenta que perdi todo sin ti
La vida me enseño que pa' amarte era asÃ
Mas no aprendio a olvidarte y como hacer sin ti
Lo tengo todo mas de lo que yo pense
Mas siento que sin ti perdi
Que fracase...
Saque la puntuacion mas alta en el amor
Pero de nada vale...
Tengo un gran conocimiento
Yo mas que eso tengo un doctorado
Tengo el corazon graduado en sentimiento
Con la nota que jamas nadie ha alcanzado
Tengo mis sueños contigo,
Todo lo que se tu me lo haz enseñado
Nada de lo que yo conozco es fingido
Todo lo que tengo, mas o menos
Lo perdi...
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada me quede sin ti
De que me vale...
Si tu no estas aqui a mi lado
De nada me vale
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada, me quedo sin ti
De que me vale?
Tengo mis sueños contigo,
Todo lo que se tu me lo haz enseñado
Nada de lo que yo conozco es fingido
Todo lo que tengo, mas o menos
Lo perdi...
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada me queda sin ti
De que me vale...
Si tu no estas aqui a mi lado
Nena dame vale
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada, me queda sin ti
De que me vale
Gozalo mami
Tengo una casa de campo, con miles de premios
Sobre el tablillero
Tengo mi carrera y mi cuentas de banco
Tengo tantas ganas de vivir
Y muero de amor
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada me queda sin ti
De que me vale...
Si tu no estas aqui a mi lado
Nena dame vale
No se como hacer sin ti
Teniendo todo o nada, me queda sin ti
De que me vale
Los mil diplomas y los honores de nada
Me vale...
Vivo enamorado y loco...
Yo sin ti vivo fracasado y loco
Si tu no estas aqui
Aqui a mi lado
De nada vale ya
Lo que se y mi doctorado
Vivo enamorado y loco...
Yo sin ti vivo fracasado y loco
Si tu no estas aqui
Aqui a mi lado
De nada vale ya
