| Lyrics: | [Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see
demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood and crips be thuggin
it
Niggas be lovin that shit
Bustin they guns to that shit
Look at shorty over
there
On the street corner, packin heat on him
Better warm em, bout to be dead soon
I
saw the sign in a red room
Nervous, what? our purpose?
So many churches asked the
reverend
Do blacks get to go heavens
Pack da gat for Armageddon
Mac-11, know where
headin
Selling crack since seven
B.C., L.K., Neatha
From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy
Got my
momma on her knees by her bedsides
A man walked in with a suit and a necktie
[Chorus:
Unknown Singer]
Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days
Asking for Christ to come,
and change our ways
Cold in the night chasing the light
O Father forgive us for what we done
to you
[Goldie]
Mind slippin, gotta focus
What you think I was, in and out when I
wrote this
Coming from a race of people that? hopeless, copeless
Things seem like they never
change, it? strange man
It? like the night brings, pain afflicting my brain
Damn man, trying
to maintain, my my my composure
Puffing on dosher, feel like the hearts getting colder
Black
P stone solider knows ya, follow ya then fold ya hold ya
Uh, if you chose to bang with me
hang
With me do ya thang with me, but I see angels see
Flying through my mind crying doing
time
[Judas Maccabee]
Dear Father, forgive me for what I done
Live by the gun die
by the gun
Screaming bloody murdah, murder and more murder
Red rum red rum
Monster like
Coby
You don? know me I? a O.G.
You try to pop me I? a pop you
Ready to d |
