(talking)(popeye) Don't real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus: Young Thugs You better watch your back
the battlefield So grab ya stell and ya shield and stand firm With your god-u now, your god-u's right now Cock back with off safety with one in da head
I tied myself with wire To let the horses roam free Playing with the fire Until the fire played with me The stone was semi-precious We were barely
good at it And when I got bumbed I'm gonna open up Hitt em up stone to da bone But it ain't gotta be like that And thats that Can u tell me yall, what
FOR LOVE and buy all of their trust Proverbial pants Don't let this heart pollute you cross your legs and hope to die, 'cause saturday night was god'
down, the devil's in town He's brought you sticks and stones To bust your neighbors bones He's stuck his missiles in your gardens And his theories down your throat And God
Cause he like me God likes me You, you don't like me? [x2] [Verse 2: Da' T.R.U.T.H.] I just smile - I'm so content And I ain't even got yellow stones
see clearly now yall ready know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
in my mouth, u thinkin I wanna steal dolla bills out your house, even though u think I'm an animal I don't give a damn, a true hero under god is what
sell stones flippin in the finest of cars gator shoes and boots chinchila furs even hers double breasted blue suits for him and his broad but where was god
but different day, now the pistol's aimed At your heart, squeeze off then break you apart [Chorus] [Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)] They
. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill, peace to Queens, so the God
[RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick
(feat. Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), Popeye) (talking)(popeye) Don't real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus
(Feat. U2) I went out walking Through streets paved with gold Lifted some stones Saw the skin and bones Of a city without a soul I went out walking