Come straight from the West Coast killiní field Its tha Bone Corleone pimpiní keep it real Yí all know tha deal Corn breads and tha thug appeal Street slang, make the hits that thugs feel Demons guard ya grill When they in my scope aim then I shoot to kill And haterís jealous cuz Iím stackiní hundred dollar bills Platinum, crushed ice and itís all real Gospel hip-hop, got it locked still Who you think it was sprinkled tha game Wití west coast gospel rap Plus a brim & cane Street slang and a message that couldnít contain Taught you about that streets and the way they bang Cocaine, methamphetamine, gin & tonic, remi martin, Hennessey, Sherm, chocolate tye and tha chronic Bloods, crips, eseís, M 13, pirus, So woos, damus and country blues
Iím still rippin it kickin flippin and spittin Lyrics that got you thinking Trippiní, grippiní ya Bible, Digging just to see whatís written Envision Paul in a prision Liviní in the worst condition Making decisions with conviction for the one thatís a risen See my mission is to give vision To the oneís that listen, like catechism But to kids arrested for vandalism, itís your decision Eternal prison or you can except what tha Lord has given Whatís that Bone? Your sins forginen, See Iím trying to get ya walkiní through tha pearly gates And save ya from tha lake of fire full of demon snakes But how do you do that? By askiní the Lord to forgive you off all your sins And then turning away from all your wickedness and not turn back Then start walking on the straight and narrow Get tha word inside of your temple Till itís dwelling in ya bone marrow No more packiní a gat in the back of a lac Attackiní smack and crack Heads wití a baseball bat!
Still making music for emí cold killas Gangbanger, convicts, pimps, players Weed smokers and tha drug dealers Cap pellers, thieves, felons & emí gorillas And drug lords over seas stackiní big skrilla Its still the same, ainít nuttiní change Street raps, alter calls And proclaim the name Never ashamed of the one that was slain And endured all the pain Bleeding with nails in his hands just to save me from the burning flames Amazing grace, he took my place Paid the ransom, then got my sins erased And now, words canít express what I feel inside my flesh Every breath is giving God glory until my death See Iím blessed beyond measures Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures Spittiní lectures to ease the world pressures So know heathens thatís grieving, thieving Can now believing, that Jesus bleeding was for a reason Cuz the words Iím speaking
Hook- Still preachiní that word Wití them banging beats Reach thug out gridiní on tha streets Hustlers serving can, gís pulling heat But steadily weíre reachiní emí With the word 7 days a week
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