G-Unit - They Talked About Jesus Lyrics
[Intro: Young Buck]Hello? Hello?Anybody know what G-Unit is?50, where the ***** you at, nigga?[Hook: Young Buck](Lloyd Banks)Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us(They talking)***** it, they talked about Jesus(Still hating)Yeah, they hated on Jesus(The real waiting)They talked about JesusThis one here is for all non-believers(They talking)***** it, they talked about Jesus(Still hating)Yeah, they hated on Jesus(The real waiting)You know they talked about Jesus[Verse 1: Young Buck]I could care less about a rapper and his entourageI don't give a ***** about a Phantom, it's not in our garageWho could take the project bench to a driver lodge?***** her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodgeDirty nigga, but all my dope clean thoughAnd I got fishscale for sale, ***** you mean ho?You niggas crack under pressure, Tim TebowThe shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrowI let my heat go, pull up with my seat lowGirls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed goStill with the shit, still searching for a kiloI'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole[Hook][Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all togetherLouise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller'gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanillaSix or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weatherWith my kush up in the hall of fameCavemen, break out your ball and chainI'll orchestrate the walk of shameYour life's plain, escort me through here like the presidentRoyal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm inYou never did, you out here regular, ain't go one hecklerI ball consecutive as long as they got neck to giveSalute me you ever see me, I'm a vetCD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat[Hook][Verse 3: Tony Yayo]Fishscales paid the bill, I ain't never been brokeArm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropesI'm still at that Mickey D's off of AtlanticMy BK niggas, man, I feed them hammersMy connect only speaks SpanishUno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanishedJump in the Martin VanquishDonald Sterling think he a slavemasterTurn my Clippers jersey inside outFeed niggas with long spoons running their mouthGodfathers to the head, they spoiled thatMight trout your legs, overseased pussies, y'all loving thotsBeen around the world, crime scene in the parking lot[Hook]
