our God & guns Yeah, oh, God & guns Don't let 'em take Don't you let 'em take Don't let 'em take our God & guns Oh, God & guns, yeah, keep us strong
Bis-Mi-Allah a-Rahman a-Rahim To the Gods, to the Gods, to the earths Pass that shit homey Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin
!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got ones, then bring that shit cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With his coca
on Hanley When I think about it I don't know none of my family Except, for the immediate ones Tha's why I run to the streets and the jennings hand guns
the scripture It's beautiful, i see every line on the picture So when the leaves Russel and the cock Crowes winter just know that the Black Gods mingled
weaving and bobbing Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest Searching for sunshines, suffocated by darkness Looking for Gods
feet hurt, networkin' he get no work Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough See the amplified sample I'm throwin' with I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens See the rockets red glare like the guns
panel Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and
the party hard Like Tyson with ten body guards Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds One enter this shit, in a sence represent Just the sun drenched the Gods
hill ray Nathan he's Romelo I plays it like a cello I pull them strings to make them scales teeter totter like Balance beams its everything it seems the guns
you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you to put down ya guns
an army of extra terrestrial beings Descended from celestial peons been fightin' the holy war for eons Wise words that guided missiles, Ya cub's blade of steel Gods
, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra
like this here Chi towns murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of Gods prophets
'Cause you can't make it in this game you gotta hate it Niggas kill me with that weak shit come around on street shit Guns that don't reach shit in
say your prayers Got this ocean so damn potent player Put you on a throne like a broken chair You know its a move no crack for the gods and goons We