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(Ghetto dope)
(5th Ward)
(5th Ward bass)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm one bad muthafucka out the Nickel
If a boy think he rough enough, then tell him just
him (Call him)
Call him when you need him (Call him Jesus, oh call him Jesus)
Jesus 

There is no other like Him in my life
Religion died in my
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L
Jesus, call him when you want him (Call him)
Call him when you need him (Call him, oh call him Jesus)
Jesus, there is no other like him in my life
Jesus, call him when you want him (Call him)
Call him when you need him (Call him, oh call him Jesus)
Jesus, there is no other like him in my life
thinking of his lonely room
the sink that by his bed gives off a stink
Then smells her perfume in his eyes
and her voice was like a bell
Outside
You gotta walk that lonesome valley you gotta go there by yourself
There's no one here can go there with you you gotta go there by yourself
Mother
It hangs above my altar
Like they hung him from a cross
I keep one in my wallet
For the times I feel lost
I feel lost
In a wooden frame with
(Jesus)
When there's no one to talk to (Jesus)
in your cars been moved
And you swore that there was no one else but you, you
And something Ellis you can't explain
Why'd ya call me by somebody
freak
There ain't no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me
if they label me a Jesus freak
There ain't no disguising the truth
Ain't no disguising the truth
No I ain't hiding the truth

Kamikaze my death is gain
I walked from New York and back from L.A.
I lived on a mountain and once by the bay
I bought an apartment and slept in the hay
But there's no
Partners-N-Crime, y'all bitches mad 'cause Ca§h Money didn't want'cha,
Imitatin' U.N.L.V.,
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
The capital
a picture on the wall of Jesus in the garden
It’s been there since they got the house in ’53
Hey, they ain’t no big deal whatever go down in history
It’s just
Well, you've gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta go there by yourself
There's no one here who'll go there for you
You gotta go there by
Your honor, I would like to call my first witness 
To the stand. 
All the way from East L.A., your honor, 
Pablo Diablo. 

Hey, Guantanamera.
Sadness 
In my eyes 
No one guessed 
Or no one tried 
You smiled at me 
Like Jesus to a child 

Loveless and cold 
With your last breath 
You saved
as hound dogs bay
Never quite catch the tune
Stars fall down in buckets like rain
There ain't no standin' room

Bright blue boxcars train by train
Clatter
Sometimes I'm a pitchfork, sometimes I'm guillotine
Extra ketchup on them French fried knees
No tomato on that chopper with cheese
I'm getting thirsty now
BY MY BODY PLEASES ME!

When I Enfold You In My Arms I Know,
The Closer I Can Draw You Makes Love Grow,
There Is No Thrill On Earch That Can
the others just stood there in fear
But the drunk just kept laughin' and sayin' why doesn't your Jesus appear
Then one of the others who stood there said
-Y, L-Y-T-E

There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know
We also have, hip-hoppers that follow
By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar
I'm also
death, now we're reborn
What can we say
What can we say

You leave us speechless, breathless
Jesus, worthy, worthy
There is no one like You, God
No
I was standing on this sidewalk
In 1945 in Jacksonville, Illinois 
When asked what my name was there came no reply 
They said I was a deaf