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Gospel Gangstaz
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G'ed Up
Chorus: I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart they know we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to his soles everyday we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to they soles Chille Baby: I keep it poppin' yet the ghetto is my pulpit we street disciples loaded with a full clip aint fearing nothing got the heart of a lion though aint nobody dyin' though we steady walkin' flyin low riders rollin' regals in the heat of the night hop out holler at the homies so they can see its some light at the end of the tunnel from the biz to the G code i got respect, no less, they heard about my street mode from Killa Cali we valley to the east coast we here to warn you we on you we got people no gimmicks ima finish with this punch like i ride for God and down to die on the front line! Chorus: I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart they know we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to his soles everyday we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to they soles Mr. Solo: Wake up, hop out my bed and i thank yuh your work for having mercy on a gangsta block savage not your everyday average pull a heist for the cabbage livin' life like were rabbits some suckas got shook when the bucka blasted not me cause i was cut from anotha fabric only reason why they got (?) cause they let 'em have it i was cut to roll and tuck and duck with the (?) smashin'; batteries and dumps drownin' the well with the 412's rattlin' the trunk the sharks; 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 the d.a the feds and the narcs atf they all play their parts it happens on the yard homies tossed behind state bars not to mention ones we lost to the graveyard no clergy (?) just jeans and boots homie what you mean homie its team the truth Chorus: I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart they know we stay g'd up from head to toe from his crown down to his soles everyday we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to they soles Chille Baby: My hood live like the NBA yea its that locc Chille Baby use to serve that yay AND, on occasionally i grab that K and do damage banishin' my pockets were famished but i managed to boucne back got my mind right Luchi Bugotti design; count stacks WEST! push the good news just like a paper route g'd up blessed ballers time to bring them scrapers out Cal Felon: man i'm confident like Biggie so i'm (?) i'm dangerous keep that (?) cocked with somethin' stuck in the chamber boy im a west coast bang banger livin' it up you__ conviction i'm familiar with that trick in your eyes Cal Felon's room can see you from a distance in sight yea i go thump like mines cause i'm ready to ride mortalized from gang signs convictions rippin' on sight so i don't hesitate to squeeze it throw 'em up in a fight Chorus: I'm g'd up but i treat it like a glass cathedral how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart they know we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to his soles everyday we stay g'd up head to toe from his crown down to they soles
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