See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle Sister's on the corner screamin', 'Booty for sale' Well everybody be damned, her father's in jail She's a gangster and the other terminal cancerĪsk too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hitsĪnd Playgirl's gonna rip, and I'm-a have to rip shit They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool I'm all that I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops It was a drug bust, but something's weird The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em Get into somethin' he can't out of (Uh-huh, uh-huh)Ī lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep) So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett) Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars (Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loudĪ whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glassīrothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit (Baby never lived in the ghetto).or the projectsīut I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havocĪnd if you try to play me I won't have it I know it's shitty, but I can do without the pity It can't do nothin' for me, even Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory In this edition of the story, no need to bore me Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers andīut it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth I speak in the name of the white haired old man in the cloudsĭispensing lightening justice from his fingertipsĪs self-righteous and bigoted as those who created himĪ cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humorīeing spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics We fell upon each other starving for relief While I was fucking celibate, self-righteous in belief God only knows My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his kneesĪfter damning me and you to hell for eternity If god is in his image, the almighty must be small He has a vague memory of before some fallīehaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold Remenisin' on all the good then the bad that I did If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devilĪ Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya See me cremated, my adaption to the climateīut do they know Heaven may not be th place to goĪgain I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa Who's the Devil may I ask, It's so polluted My reply for any questions asked, 'The Devil made me do it' To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fireįor God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle aloneĪnd to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your earįor all our niggaz hit the Devil with the. I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo tooĭon't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture-your spirit man I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a signĪnd when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your timeĪgain I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
They pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)