Come straight from the West Coast killin' field
Its tha Bone Corleone pimpin' keep it real
Y' all know tha deal
Corn breads and tha thug appeal
Street slang, make the hits that thugs feel
Demons guard ya grill
When they in my scope aim then I shoot to kill
And hater's jealous cuz I'm stackin' hundred dollar bills
Platinum, crushed ice and it's all real
Gospel hip-hop, got it locked still
Who you think it was sprinkled tha game
Wit' west coast gospel rap
Plus a brim & cane
Street slang and a message that couldn't contain
Taught you about that streets and the way they bang
Cocaine, methamphetamine, gin & tonic, remi martin, Hennessey,
Sherm, chocolate tye and tha chronic
Bloods, crips, ese's, M 13, pirus,
So woos, damus and country blues
I'm still rippin it kickin flippin and spittin
Lyrics that got you thinking
Trippin', grippin' ya Bible,
Digging just to see what's written
Envision Paul in a prision
Livin' in the worst condition
Making decisions with conviction for the one that's a risen
See my mission is to give vision
To the one's that listen, like catechism
But to kids arrested for vandalism, it's your decision
Eternal prison or you can except what tha Lord has given
What's that Bone?
Your sins forginen,
See I'm trying to get ya walkin' through tha pearly gates
And save ya from tha lake of fire full of demon snakes
But how do you do that?
By askin' the Lord to forgive you off all your sins
And then turning away from all your wickedness and not turn back
Then start walking on the straight and narrow
Get tha word inside of your temple
Till it's dwelling in ya bone marrow
No more packin' a gat in the back of a lac
Attackin' smack and crack
Heads wit' a baseball bat!
Still making music for em' cold killas
Gangbanger, convicts, pimps, players
Weed smokers and tha drug dealers
Cap pellers, thieves, felons & em' gorillas
And drug Lords over seas stackin' big skrilla
Its still the same, ain't nuttin' change
Street raps, alter calls
And proclaim the name
Never ashamed of the one that was slain
And endured all the pain
Bleeding with nails in his hands just to save me from the burning flames
Amazing grace, he took my place
Paid the ransom, then got my sins erased
And now, words can't express what I feel inside my flesh
Every breath is giving God glory until my death
See I'm blessed beyond measures
Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures
Spittin' lectures to ease the world pressures
So know heathens that's grieving, thieving
Can now believing, that Jesus bleeding was for a reason
Cuz the words I'm speaking
Hook-
Still preachin' that word
Wit' them banging beats
Reach thug out gridin' on tha streets
Hustlers serving can, g's pulling heat
But steadily we're reachin' em'
With the word 7 days a week
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