Lyrics:
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
is coming
God gives us all these shots
Like the cameras running
God gives us all these stops
But we can't stop gunning
Now we got these bullet holes
In
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin'
Yeah, all my daughters know that this ain't only talk
My only thought
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
[Snoop Dogg]
N**** you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
N**** if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
Walk up out the church looking like I hit the lotto
And I'm styling looking like I'm Johnny Bravo
Listen to the preaching got me clapping saying
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
(Uzoma, come here)
They say there's no church in the wild but we been wildin' (mhm)
We've been on top for a while to let my crowd in (mhm)
Fresh
belong in the deep dark pits they've been heard by Satan
Heart of stone just wants to roll they wanna call me a mason
A mason or a blacksmith
I hook up,
the clock
Alarmed by the seduction and I wish that it would stop
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
singing out of tune, but the beats in time and it's us who make the noise)
I'm talking for free
I can't stop myself, it's a new religion
I've got
singing out of tune, but the beats in time and it's us who make the noise)
I'm talking for free
I can't stop myself, it's a new religion
I've got
giving up the fight
They're living in the darkness
They don't even see the light
Yeah they're blinded
By the beast the storm is
Coming from the East they
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law
an enemy
We must not forget, not unlike the inexperienced and eager cadet, who it is we are to fight
Now one might argue that church folk are preoccupied
say Church
Good Lord Good Lord
I feel divine when I'm in this booth
So let me get this straight hands up don't shoot in the back
Get shot by the would
and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church
Shoutout
Slapped across the knee
By leather-bound ivory
Two hours passed away
Early, every other Sunday
I'll be alright, sleeping in church pews
Tell my
bitter harvest passed by,
Dining on hunger, as his crops slowly die,
A distant church spire, points the way to the sky.
His pain is starting to melt,
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
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