[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I shook his pride!
Like, "Twork comin'. Look alive."
He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive
It's time, shorty
All eyes on him
You gonna get up here, and instead of givin' God glory
You gonna try and tell my story
Tell these people all my sins
And turn around and ask, "What would Jesus do?"
Die for it
Slide on him, then walk away
You won't even get to Judgement Day for an arbitrate
If God took everything from Job, we gon' see how much y'all can take
Let's see if you still live and die by the Fathеr like Marvin Gaye
I'mma spark the 'K
Just drop thе location
Jesus and guns, you do a lot, just not on occasion
And blasphemy is something He is not gonna play with
So let me get back from him
Cause God gonna strike him down and I do not wanna face it
Get at least 15 feet from the sinner (center): it's Shotgun Formation
What is your goal here in fact?
If you wasn't a Christian battler, I wouldn't mind all this chrome in ya rap
But you can't bring people to God with showin' 'em that
They like, "Jesus? I ain't goin' to Jesus. They just like us holdin' up str-"
There's a nigga right now doin' Fed time for drug charges, you could've showed him the path
He never seen Jesus turn water to wine
He seen his daddy turn coke into CRACK!
You bogus for that
On the son of God, you'se a son of a bitch
We got Carlos...Juan...Bedoya
The nigga with Imaginary Gun Bars he keep runnin' wit' the shit
Alright, let me try it out
I got Imaginary Gun Bars, I put 100 in the clip
And put Juan da (Wanda) Syke, ain't nothin' funny about this bitch
I'mma run up in ya shit
If I grab the K you gettin' shot
I'm talkin' SpongeBob, Pat-
You can have that imagination in a box
I'ma pop, drop, squeeze a Glock
It'll be a mess
¡Descansar en paz!
In peace you rest
Dear God, Jesus, I know he's a backslider, he turned from ya grace
But this Spanish nigga keeps seeking death
And one body part will get y'all back together
(*chk-chk*) The RICAN NECK! (reconnect)
I'ma squeeze the TEC
Hop out, squeezin' the drum
AK, pop rah-rah
Sounds like I'm speakin' in tongues
Slide down, Bigga .9, I was a fool with that chrome
Nah, nah, nah, Little .9, I was a fool with that chrome
I fucked around and sold that pipe, but the Deuce bigga, Lo'! (Deuce Bigalow)
I'm bangin' somethin'
You better get Jesus on the main line or get slain in public
He keep seein' the .357
You better at least know your angel number
You'll get slain for nothin'
It's gon' be pain and sufferin'
I'll line this nigga, slide past the crib, he don't even know who drivin' in it
I swear to God you'll never see inside what's driven
Until the windows roll down then you see the .9 I'm grippin'
And the Bible says you can't serve two masters, so I guess I'm a sinner
Cause yes I'm a Christian, but my tints are all 5%ers
Line this nigga
I'll be honest with him
Fuck this Christian!
You'se a sucka Christian
A busta Christian
A don't do nothin' if I touch you Christian!
I'M STRAPPED IN!!!!
I'll clap you in a COMA!
MADNESS! I could snap at any moment!
I'm a livewire, too!
.9 might shoot
You think I'm less of a Christian 'cause I'm not a Christian battler?
I'mma slide right through!
Of course I still walk by faith...
And sometimes I DRIVE BY TOO!
Jersey
I shook his pride!
Like, "Twork comin'. Look alive."
He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive
It's time, shorty
All eyes on him
You gonna get up here, and instead of givin' God glory
You gonna try and tell my story
Tell these people all my sins
And turn around and ask, "What would Jesus do?"
Die for it
Slide on him, then walk away
You won't even get to Judgement Day for an arbitrate
If God took everything from Job, we gon' see how much y'all can take
Let's see if you still live and die by the Fathеr like Marvin Gaye
I'mma spark the 'K
Just drop thе location
Jesus and guns, you do a lot, just not on occasion
And blasphemy is something He is not gonna play with
So let me get back from him
Cause God gonna strike him down and I do not wanna face it
Get at least 15 feet from the sinner (center): it's Shotgun Formation
What is your goal here in fact?
If you wasn't a Christian battler, I wouldn't mind all this chrome in ya rap
But you can't bring people to God with showin' 'em that
They like, "Jesus? I ain't goin' to Jesus. They just like us holdin' up str-"
There's a nigga right now doin' Fed time for drug charges, you could've showed him the path
He never seen Jesus turn water to wine
He seen his daddy turn coke into CRACK!
You bogus for that
On the son of God, you'se a son of a bitch
We got Carlos...Juan...Bedoya
The nigga with Imaginary Gun Bars he keep runnin' wit' the shit
Alright, let me try it out
I got Imaginary Gun Bars, I put 100 in the clip
And put Juan da (Wanda) Syke, ain't nothin' funny about this bitch
I'mma run up in ya shit
If I grab the K you gettin' shot
I'm talkin' SpongeBob, Pat-
You can have that imagination in a box
I'ma pop, drop, squeeze a Glock
It'll be a mess
¡Descansar en paz!
In peace you rest
Dear God, Jesus, I know he's a backslider, he turned from ya grace
But this Spanish nigga keeps seeking death
And one body part will get y'all back together
(*chk-chk*) The RICAN NECK! (reconnect)
I'ma squeeze the TEC
Hop out, squeezin' the drum
AK, pop rah-rah
Sounds like I'm speakin' in tongues
Slide down, Bigga .9, I was a fool with that chrome
Nah, nah, nah, Little .9, I was a fool with that chrome
I fucked around and sold that pipe, but the Deuce bigga, Lo'! (Deuce Bigalow)
I'm bangin' somethin'
You better get Jesus on the main line or get slain in public
He keep seein' the .357
You better at least know your angel number
You'll get slain for nothin'
It's gon' be pain and sufferin'
I'll line this nigga, slide past the crib, he don't even know who drivin' in it
I swear to God you'll never see inside what's driven
Until the windows roll down then you see the .9 I'm grippin'
And the Bible says you can't serve two masters, so I guess I'm a sinner
Cause yes I'm a Christian, but my tints are all 5%ers
Line this nigga
I'll be honest with him
Fuck this Christian!
You'se a sucka Christian
A busta Christian
A don't do nothin' if I touch you Christian!
I'M STRAPPED IN!!!!
I'll clap you in a COMA!
MADNESS! I could snap at any moment!
I'm a livewire, too!
.9 might shoot
You think I'm less of a Christian 'cause I'm not a Christian battler?
I'mma slide right through!
Of course I still walk by faith...
And sometimes I DRIVE BY TOO!
Jersey
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