[FTF]
Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth
Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot
Behind closed doors, you worser then Adolf Hitler
But when it comes to the reala, you just a studio killa
Playin cap peela, just to fill your record sells
Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell
I got a story to tell, bout this Dude I never knew
The Wody was crusified on the Cross for me and you
And out the sky blue, the Wody rose from the dead
Forgiven His enemies even though they bust His head
My eyes bloody red, as I turn the next page
The Wody said from off top, through HIM I can be saved
The Wody had to be the Son of Man
So much power so much love in His hand, you know what I'm sayin
And I'ma roll wit the Wody's plan, you know what I'm sayin
Cause ain't no love in this cold land, you know what I'm sayin
We were all made to live eternal, you know what I'm sayin
I ain't burnin wit them demons cornell, you know what I'm sayin
Everbody wanna be the big man, you know what I'm sayin
But only GOD hold the world in His hand, you know what I'm sayin
The Daddy dont believe that song, you know what I'm sayin
Cause gangstas dont live that long, you know what I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth
Like you cant burn forever teachin these children how to shoot
Thugged out, drugged out, just to fill your record sells
Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell
[x2]
[FTF]
Who can I trust wody, only the man up above
And killas poppin the slugs, tryin to crack my coffee mug
They showin no love, cause the demons be full of hate
I push the Word like weight, cuttin demons like cake
From stake to stake, my dogs hungry for a plate
Im gonna feed a millions thugs wit a loaf of bread and my faith
Say the LORD is great, dont play no games stay in line
You gon get your time to shine lil daddy, respect my mind
You rappin that death, like I ain't never been through crime a
Beefin in New Orleans I had to isolate my momma
Praise the Lord I made it out that night war
My homies in graveyards, down town press pause
Times was hard, we stand in line for the dead
Like killas become framers in hoods from bustin heads
Live by, Die by thats the code of a souljah
Either you rollin wit Jahovah
Or get your head burnt off your sholder
In that wild Magnolia, Satan playin for keeps
Every week a dead body rapped up in bloody sheets
I don be through the fire and touched the bottom of the sea
Leadin souljahs to Christ and tossin the empire see
You better pay attention, these words be real comin out my mouth
Heaven be up North wody, and hell be down south
What cha talkin bout, that place be hotter then a stove
Worster then old parents, prision on top in the droves
Life wit out parole, that revalation unfolds
Wody they really got a place, grab the toe of your soul
Like whoa
[Chorus]
[FTF]
So many rappers from New Orleans, offf the top startin to ballin
Rappin gangsta stories, kidnappin to you hualin
Bustin dealers heads, slangin crack up in the dome
Runnin wit grave fillas, leavin brains on sidewalks
And no chokin wody when you slippin up in that booth
Them boys be quick to shoot, them boys be bout that loot
Rappers die by the packs, cause young thugs be tottin choppas
Surrounded by yellow tape, nosie people and crime stoppers
I can see the picture, the 3rd war catty-o
Murders to funerals, drugs to calicos
Police wit equipted minds, little children wit Tech-9s
Everybody diein, but still livin the life of crime
Maybe GOD will rough you up when you stuck in the hood
An automatic will take their lives, thats why they think its all good
So many rappers rap that murder, but never do they learn
But when the fire gets to hot, they ain't willin to burn

[FTF]
Im exposin the devil got him breathin hard like Dark Vader
Spiritual Ruth gator, screamin demons see ya later
Set it off like Jada, when it comes to my peeps
Rappin real to all you thugs actin bad in the streets
Hittin hustles I feel pain, goin off like I'm in this jail
Murder the whole world, for the love of the spinach
But only God can judge ya, we're all sinners in wicked ways
Tryin to make it threw the maze, in these end time days
I know that crime pays, and after, your pockets feelin swollen
The devil got me rollin, tryin to jack you of your soul and
He strikes when he's bowlin, or hit a 3 behind the line
He creep from behind and try to paralyze your mind
And at the same time God's watchin your every move
Ya playin the game of life, and the Bible must be the rules
Either you win or lose, its like fightin your own shadow
Life is like a game of chess, or soldiers win the battle
[Chorus]
Im sick and tired of being sick and tired
And if I gotta ride, then I gotta ride, do or die
Im sick and tired fo being sick and tired
And if I gotta ride its live by or die by
[x2]
[Big Cheddar]
See most of my dawgs, never graduated
We stayed intoxicated, but I aint knockin cause I made it
Now you can hide, or remince the memories
Then hide the pain, of the nightmares of the tragedies
They got the blacks, worldwide up in the penatentaries
The county's full from mistermeanor to felony
Wastin time behind ghetto fantasies
Where crack and dope dat close your eyes to reality
But every soldier gots responsiblities
To reach his destiny through the poverty
Now we don killed some brain cells from smokin them trees
But why we treatin eduaction like a fatal disease
Its time to come up in every ghetto and club
Better ride wit me, to make sure hell isnt his destiny
[Chorus]
[FTF]
Look, I'm makin demons retire
Because we marchin wit the true Messiah
Renderin to God, but never feelin heat of eternal fire
Satan's a liar, tryin to keep me drugged and keep me higher
But Ima rider for Jehovah, I would never die ah
I read the Word, cause the Word gives me future knowledge
I graduated, now I'm goin off to spiritual college
Involves teachers and the class, who be glad to greet ya
But if you're sinnin and not repentin, He'll never meet ya
All men will perish for lack of knowledge and understandin
But not me, I'm sinkin demons like the great Titanic
Wit spiritual cannons, look to the skies and realize
That FTF is takin step on the uprise
No hesitation to lay a demon on his back
No hesitation to bust a spiritual gat
Ya heard me, Ima spiritual warden for the law
Protectin from those slangin crack on the boulavard
Though times hard, I'm still payin my tithes and offerings
When I die, I'll be in my spiritual coffin
Dags to heaven, got a ghetto that didnt even stop playin