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right now
Feeling Stoney like i’m Post right now
I’m feeling Dope right now
Have em hanging by a rope right now
They be hanging by the head of a thread

moment
And we puttin' it down
Ready to clown
Be layin' them black on the ground

Smokin' weed by the pound
What it be
Why my ass with a bounty
Oh my nigga,

were the rock
It's incredible, now you're standing in the presence of God
I miss going to your house and seeing you there with Pop
At the kitchen table

the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals

miss the train if you waiting by the kiosk
Shout outs to Jesus
They tell me chill up on the god talk they'll confuse you for a Christian rapper
We live

Do or Die

Gospel Gangstaz

Do or Die

of Jesus, then I Bible whip em 
So if you wicked make sure you still steppin 
And my Bible might remain a concealed weapon 
See, prayer is how my text spit,

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

sue skin like iodine)
Acidic, my rock frequency like Jesus in Palestine
(Packin nickel-plated chrome nines
I design lines to the burn-freeze minds)

High rise, good times and past it booze
Bump fists with the kids from the party troop
Pour shots on the rocks, got the brassy moves
Lager and lime for my

And Jesus don't accept that (Nope)
Damn, hold the phone like a fuckboy chestbag
Shit is blowing up, where my other terrorists at?
We living in a age of: say

And not to being bound 
Cus we're free 
In Jesus name 
I can say it to the ground 
And to the rooftops 
And non-stop 
I'll speak it to the rocks 
Got a new

or store away in barns
And yet your heavenly Father feeds them
Are you not much more valuable than they? 
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour

Look What You Did to Me

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy

could be a stay-at-home dad

Any time I want, man, I can go rock climb
Write a couple op-eds
Hang out with my wife's kids
Find out I've a gay son, and I'm

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

piece word to Jesus.  
Word life I'm wild - Honestly honesty's my style.  
'Cause I tell jokes about handicapped kids and don't even smile 
Yah, dah, do

gay kid that ever entered the booth
 
Heavy on a mic, Jesus Christ
I got something that can make you fly
I'll have you soaring through the sky
Looking

an enterprise
I got a Jesus piece from my jeweler
Then sent it to Medusa
And told that bitch "Look that
Man in his eyes"
Nah my rocks not costume but they bright

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

the majority is on the broad path
That won't last
But it's on its way to destruction 
Like the aftermath
I've been adopted by the Lord 
When I was an orphan
I'm

of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME

Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me

pack at four
Rock rap shows, L be on the map when I blow
R&B rap takes it in the ass-crack slow
At my last show, I snatched gold black Jesus
It’s a Black

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky