Church for Thugs

Artist：game

Songs Title：church for thugs

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 the get more shot I suffer

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

I seen it Range all through the 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 blood spill my in the pavement

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

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

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

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

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