Game - Church For Thugs Lyrics
"Church For Thugs"[Verse 1]To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braidedCorn rolled by a L.A. *****And I can't forgetMy niggas riding the train Yankee fittedThermals under that Pelle shitI love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shitAnd I'm proud of itSpit it through the wire so the crowd love itHaters you know who you are you can turn it down ***** itI can shoot a video to it and spend half the budgetI'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in publicMore hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores TuckerEvery time one of my niggas get shot the more I sufferCause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colorsI seen it all through the Range tintsGot niggas doing life in the state penSo I dread like JamaicansIf I die for one of my statementsThan break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they goin lay me downAnd then I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal[Verse 2]Who I gotta talk to who I gotta writeI want my unsigned hypeLike Kanye want his five micsAiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bikeTo peep game and his skill here go some training wheelsLet's rollThrough the city of godWhere LA niggas train to killChop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians willFor real naw Pharrell I need a track homieDre we to close aint no turning back homieDeal with it I'm a be here for ten yearsSpittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeahLet me paint this pictureWhile you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeahI spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tierThem white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gearAnd every nigga who ever helped me get here[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin they gon heat me upTalking that shit like they gon lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal[Verse 3]One brick, two brickThe boy moving weightNow three bricks, four bricksI'm driving upstateFive Bricks, six bricksThe nigga got cakeNot rap money, but money been rap since ?88Look at the world we live inNiggas steady hate, to the heckler at KochLeave him chopped up like freddy's faceNiggas catching feelingsCause I'm about millionsAnd outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illestYou a close second nigga,A banana to a guerillaPut us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?emThe best of both worldsRapping and drug dealingRun and tell the chief I came to burn down the villageThe head honcho, staring out the third story windowOf my Beverly Hills condoWith two long ass heatsI call ?em Shaq and AlonzoYou niggas want me outta L.A.Yeah I know[Hook]Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me upTalking that shit like they gon' lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't want no parts of me palNiggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me upTalking that shit like they gon' lay me downAnd when I come through strapped to see what's upNiggas really don't know parts of me pal
