Ghetto Jezus

My dearly beloved brothers ye who cook coke to crack Chop it sell it to fiends to make a profit back Dealers gamblers and hustlers pimp ballers and players Thugs thieves and killers let us bow in prayer Our father who art in jail I shall be thy gangster Thy kingdom of guns and thy will swing a razor On the street corners as it is in prison Give us gats this day and spray our daily lead Who testify against us we pray they soon be dead For thine is thy kingpin power and the glory Forever more amen now pour out some 40s For shorties 6 feet under hustlers and number runners Surround our Ghetto Christ at the last supper Tables of yayo cathedrals of kilos Gangster bibles and Desert Eagles Apostles with their liquor bottles Bullets with tips that's hollow Silencers that fit the nozzles, banana clip that follows A gun aficionado the last Epistle's novel (Hook) Ghetto Jezus...Let us all pray Ghetto Jezus... His disciples First there's Pistol Paul then there's John the Ratchet Right across the hall two cats he sold his crack with Along with gangster James the other killer Andrew One like the Son of Man stood within the seven candles With was a number spot raided by a hundred cops But Ghetto Jezus stood there till a gun was shot And there was a Murder Mark along with Tom and Phillip They hung in the park Talking 'bout stacking mills up along with Money Luke Him and Peter Black the wild one of the crew Never scared to squeeze his gat and there's the Nazarite Shaking three pairs of dice kiss them said the Anti Christ That's the crackpipe he blew on 'em rolled them on the corner All his disciples got warrants Crackheads that's the torment Hell followed the horsemen Jails crowded with lawmen (Hook)