wait til we finish and get to see Christ Mike is retired seek the Messiah I wanna be like Christ That's the only person God wants us to be like
Traducción: Chama. Como Cristo.
'm not done I'm Omilio and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood Give me hon' And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like
I'll still be your sidekick Lil mama wanna holler so I told her like this Baby, how you doin'? I'm Chris and that's Chris Like that Get you one 'coz
hit me on tha chirp you know i got that dope shawty, go shawty i got that pimpin, got them bitches on it go shawty, go shawty imma shot like chris paula
kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something just like me Buy and sell Gucci I like them
be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights And I'd return on the 3rd like Christ
Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run
Ice don't like me Said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run
when we almost lost Marshall y'all did it big like Costco and we back in this bitch like a tampon still fuck dirty, Em's clean like a bar o' soap and
cop top notch The only thing you'll outline in chalk's a game of hopscotch what [Kool G. Rap] I spit my shit like a flame thrower The frame blower King
to this just keep god first in your life even when it feels like he aint blessin it if u get mad like i get mad then you be mad like everyday but all
brown book in your pocket read Mathew's Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice So run little doggy, wolves is comin' Tell him London, he get done in Flame
the light, Deep into the night, Of daily mars among the stars, In that distant land, [killah priest] So I begin, between, the media right, now walk like christ
s a bloodfeast We all product, faced with hard luck Since the wrath of God struck Now we like "yo tone let me borrow a buck" He like "yo
any passport, all you need is a thought Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano The brain begins
upon your dead meat like a vulture Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies Spazz like John the Revelator trippin
