It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?) It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo Another lost soul, up at the crossroads
Regulatin' up in this thang while you suckers hatin up in this thang You might as well respect the game 'Cuz it's time to see a change Talk about your flows and your clothes And all your hos and your doughs What about the ones with the holes in their souls Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow And how you done lived with their dough And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
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Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies And think they thuggin but really buggin On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin While they locked in the cell, See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist Too many people livin they life and never knowin the risk And yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyrical I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricle It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai It ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank Or that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool Runnin around and thinkin you cool, 'cuz you got your tattoos But you ain't got a clue
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For all the ones that's locked down You claim you spreadin them love But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of dough It's like every other city you go and on these videos Every time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'll You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord Like I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling It ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangs
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