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Church For Thugs - текст песни



Church For Thugs


[Verse 1]





To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided





Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch





And I can't forget





My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted





Thermals under that Pelle shit





I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit





And I'm proud of it





Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it





Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it





I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget





I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public





More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker





Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer





Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors





I seen it all through the Range tints





Got niggas doing life in the state pen





So I dread like Jamaicans





If I die for one of my statements





Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement


[Hook]





Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up





Talking that shit like they goin lay me down





And then I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal


Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up





Talking that shit like they goin lay me down





And then I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't know parts of me pal


[Verse 2]





Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write





I want my unsigned hype





Like Kanye want his five mics





Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike





To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels





Let's roll





Through the city of god





Where LA niggas train to kill





Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will





For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie





Dre we to close aint no turning back homie





Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years





Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah





Let me paint this picture





While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah





I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier





Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear





And every nigga who ever helped me get here


[Hook]





Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up





Talking that shit like they gon lay me down





And when I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal


Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up





Talking that shit like they gon lay me down





And when I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't know parts of me pal


[Verse 3]





One brick, two brick





The boy moving weight





Now three bricks, four bricks





I'm driving upstate





Five Bricks, six bricks





The nigga got cake





Not rap money, but money been rap since '88





Look at the world we live in





Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch





Leave him chopped up like freddy's face





Niggas catching feelings





Cause I'm about millions





And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest





You a close second nigga,





A banana to a guerilla





Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em





The best of both worlds





Rapping and drug dealing





Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village





The head honcho, staring out the third story window





Of my Beverly Hills condo





With two long ass heats





I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo





You niggas want me outta L.A.





Yeah I know


[Hook]





Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up





Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down





And when I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal


Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up





Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down





And when I come through strapped to see what's up





Niggas really don't know parts of me pal



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