Two great European narcotics Alcohol and Christianity I know which one I prefer We never went to church Just get on with work and sometimes things'll
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Two great European narcotics, Alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer We never went to church, Just get on with work and sometimes things
? Where you at? Now you said you go to church Stop slanging, find a real job, and go to work And you say you stay out of the streets and spend more time
almost hit the roof. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets
type of nigga, with the mind of a Goddamn fool But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change So when James went to church this nigga did the
streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never
nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went
in the street Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never
grabbed the rope and try to hang her Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her They went inside man but I kept goin' Parked across the street wit
't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin
your ass home One punk came and went Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp (MC) Lawrence (The fake gangsta) Would've never been shit without the
the streets is ghetto Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice
down, get up, I get down Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now I have they heart Rappers came an' went
gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never
a snake that's why I try to keep the grass cut So I can see 'em when they coming then I heat they ass up 'Cuz them niggas that you went to school with
of his death we had never took that ride and I Wish God could protect us from the wrong So that all the soldiers that were sent over seas come home We will never
