thru your teeth for eternal salvation evangelists with dollar signs in they?re eyes, speak the word of god, they?re telling lies, they?re ripping off, the elderly, its prayer for profit
pay a nominal fee [Chorus] Evangelists With dollar signs in their eyes Speak the word of god But they're telling lies Ripping off The elderly It's prayer for profit
too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
Wanna play with they life but won't play with they kids They'll ball for these *** but won't invest *** Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church is for
mine (safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for
you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble Some of you hustle and some of you just lookin' for trouble I don't follow or lead, tomorrow's a dream Pray
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
Lord please Even G's pray, hey, with difficulty comes ease There's disease, poverty and justice or oppression I'm askin' for Your protection and thankin' You for
y'all niggaz wanna do? Work it out, we should try to work it out People lie, people cry, people die to work it out Read the book, pray to God Look inside
Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal Little brittle pitiful fist still too little you tickle, you typical Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with it It's hard for
they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for
yo) Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time) Its my whole life (Live it up) I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice) This game we play (Play for keeps) I live and pray
've got something to die for I've got, you've got We've got something to die for I've got, you've got We've got something to die for I've got, you've
them hundreds, and half a ounce of that scummy Ready to hit the block try to seek them coming for that tummy If I don't make it home tell my momma to pray for
the word about Him Simply, that's easy for you to pay the toll What more could we ask for? We all are whether you like it or not We get a chance to profit
you And fuck this ruthless bitch, them motherfuckers ain't paid you For shit if I was you and you was me, then I'll bust in that office And take my profits
gang o' bullets decided to find a fight Life is scattered in directions brotherly connections Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction I hope for the best and say a prayer
