Turn on that,
um, the church rhythm for me,
Bertrand.
Turn on that,
the church rhythm for me.
Yeah.
Good morning.
Sunday morning, you mean?
I ain't going to church this morning,
though, but I'm taking y to church, know what mean?
I figured this morning I'd just take all the
thoughts that I had and just put it down.
Let y 'all go to church every day with this,
you know what I mean?
Yo,
God bless my nigga,
God bless my youth
Those who wish evil upon me,
God bless you too
All my niggas that's locked up
Thinking we forgot about you
And the hard times that y
'all going through
Things that we never seen,
much less visualized
I hope what you encountered
helped open your eyes
Cause I know enough guys
that get out and go back
They ain't using but they
addicted to the crack
I met smugglers over my years,
hustlers over my years
I wish I had a dime for every false rhyme
that these rappers are inclined to say
I'm inclined to say that some of
my rhymes come out this way
When I be thinkin' about
the money first
Thinkin' about tryin' to help
my moms out
I should be thinkin'
about takin' my psalms out
I wrote this on a
Sunday
Sort of my way of givin' thanks to the
Creator
For seein' another day, another op
To make the streets hot while
talkin' what I know
Scribblin' on the paper,
tryin' to make sense of the load
Forsaken my family for a
sect to catch wreck
Give me your respect before
I snatch it off your neck
I'm neck -to -neck with truth
and a check in the booth
I'ma let loose and let it all out
And keep bangin' till
God comes back and them
horns ball out
Think about it for a sec,
I'm thinkin' about
it a little bit
Yeah, I'm a word to say
Standin' on the street corner on a
Sunday
Doin' like I do, givin' away
Juice for my people to live by
And to love you, ooh -ooh -ooh
God lives in you, ooh -ooh -ooh
The streets gone crazy, but
He loves them,
ooh -ooh -ooh
Yo,
God bless you, chick
God bless you, girl
God bless all of the women suffering around
the world at the hands of a man
The words of these punks, I can 't lie
I used to lust for the junk in aya chunk, but
But, but, well let me lay it out
I used to see you in your tight clothes
and want to lay you out
When I see all of your ass,
I ain't thinking about your mind
That's word,
dress how you want by all means
But don't expect me to see past that little,
little flat thing
You're not the mickle of your perisuco jeans
Yeah, I got a mom's, got a sister too
And they remind me of them women
that's beautiful
Leave some of your goods to imagination,
you know
You wonder why them niggas
thinkin' you a ho, chuh
At first sight,
I can't see inside your mind, girl
But I can see the
G -string on your behind
Think about it a little, take home
workin' on my hand to check
for all the words you say
Standin' on the street corner on a
Sunday
Doin' like
God do, givin' away
Jews for my peoples to
live by and to love
Ooh -ooh -oo h,
God lives in you
Oo h -ooh -ooh,
the streets gone crazy but you're still
You
God bless my fam,
God bless my boys
God bless the
Black
Jays takin' out these toys
God bless
F .O .S., you know we search and destroy
God bless the whole circle
style we employ
Socrates,
Mar -Vell, why I look my n***a
Even though you ain't a n***a,
you my n***a
Silver,
Blackwood, and
Uptown,
Jess
Lockjaw
Trust me, you two one of the best
Godson, I ain't seen you in forever
Ain't killin' original fig ure, n***a,
make them figures, yeah
Jay
Black and
T -Chase has still got you
My man
Trax done know, big up your pops too
Vandal
Earth, thanks for making it live every time
Big
Fits, you know we gotta survive
Fartaloo,
you know the whole squad got you
NNC holding down
Miami
Funky
Girls crew
Every girl I ever call my girl,
you still have respect, dude
Nothing gon' change,
ain't a damn thing funny
Let's get
God first and then get this money
Think about it for a second
I don't mean to check for all
the words you say
Standing on the street corner on a
Sunday
Doin' like
God, then givin' away
Jews for my people to live by
And to love you, ooh, ooh
God lives in you, ooh, ooh
The streets gone crazy,
but he loves them too, ooh, ooh
Large up on my people's roadshops
My nigga on
Glen
Lewis
Don't know
Hammer
Man like
Bronze
Corey
Everybody my man, don't they?
Man like
Dr.
KB
Oh
All of you at the
Super
G
Dunno
Man like
Chicky
Chase
You know what saying
Dunno
Fundamentalzone .com
M3, all of y big up
Man like
Lennox
Luce
You're the champ
You
