[Intro: 2Pac & Kadafi]
Searchin' for Black Jesus
Oh yeah, sportin' jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(you can be Christian)
Straight tatted up
Straight Jehovah witness (no doubt)
Islamic (no doubt man)
Me, I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day
Young Kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga—
What?

[Verse 1: Kadafi]
I do my shootings on a knob, prayin' to God for my squad
Stuck in a nightmare, hopin' he might care
Though times is hard, up against all odds
I play my cards like I'm jailin', shots hittin' up
My spot like midnight rains hailin'
Got me bailin' to stash more green Gods
They ain't tryin' to be trapped on
Bo block slangin' no rocks like bean pies
Brainstorm on the beginnin'
Wonder how shit like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written
What is religion? God's words or a curse like crack?
Shai-tan's way of gettin' us back
Or just another one of my Black Jesus' traps
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