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Blood of Christ

The Game

Jesus Piece

20

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Produced by Dawaun Parker] [Intro] We gonna let this motherfucker breathe for a minute It's still aftermath, it's still aftermath Now when I said we gonna let this motherfucker breathe I meant this motherfucking beat is dead Were gonna preform CPR to bring that motherfucker back to life Now let that motherfucker breathe [Hook] Compton's my city, that motherfucker ain't never pretty Gave Pac life then motherfuckers that killed Biggie Then motherfuckers that killed Biggie Then motherfuckers that killed Biggie [Verse 1] Notoriouses, bring that Benz in I'm about a dollar, nigga fuck 50 Cent I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent I heard Lloyd Banks can't pay the rent I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc Sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot IPhone in my hand doing the forty whop That nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs Looking out of my window I see forty cops Trying to serve me that subpoena, I'm on this Xbox 2 Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa Pass to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether Yeah let me spit this ether Yeah yeah yeah, 'til it blow the speaker From eating Reese's Pieces to pulling guns out For that Little Caesar's Pizza All the way to jacking niggas for their Jesus pieces I'm God to you bitch ass niggas put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter [Hook] [Verse 2] Fuck with me, fuck with me Fuck with me, nigga you stuck with me Forever and ever and ever Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne po' All the way in Belize with Kendrick's dick in his throat Good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city Nothing from Compton could ever be trash You hear that nigga voice sound like a dick in his ass He reminiscing, a Compton nigga's bitch in prison Used to be Christian, now that nigga Jew Can't step foot in America so what he gon' do P.Diddy's stuntman, Jackie Chan your ass through Hood pass revoked, get your fucking brains blew Blood on that yarmulke, now you really Piru Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you But you couldn't become him cause you were shooting at the roof [Hook] [Outro] I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck I said I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck Let that bitch breathe, let that bitch breathe This my motherfucking city Five motherfucking albums The Documentary, classic Doctor's Advocate, classic Everything in between that shit and Jesus piece, classic Them mufuckin grams, [?] Chop it up, rock it up Do whatever the fuck you gotta do to get yo muthafuckin paper Shoutout to my nigga Dr. Dre He ain't ever gotta put out Detox, now that he got me and fucking Kendrick And them muthafuckin Dre Beats you got on yo muthafuckin head That nigga made a billion dollars off a muthafuckin headphone Mad kid, bad city, yea
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