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The Black Angelz

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Yo, Jesus came through, bouncin' in the hood
Thought he was invincible, thought he motherfuckin' could
But the gangstas on the block, we ain't havin' that shit
We strapped with gats, bitch, and you ain't got no permit (hell nah)
Disruptin' our lifestyle, messin' with our grind
'Bouta beat his ass with my strap, and hit fuckin' rewind
But before I could pull the trigger, bitch looked me in the eye
Said "I come in peace, my brother, let's give love a try"
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, to fuckin' outer space
We're the kings of the streets, f*ck yo fake ass grace
No love for the messiah, we gon' put him in his place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, he's been replaced
We're the gangstas, the hustlers, we run this fuckin' town
Jesus tried to step up, but we shut his ass down (F*ck Jesus Christ)
Get yo fuckin' ass back where you came from, we ain't showin' remorse
Puttin' Him in his place, sendin' him back to the fuckin' source
We don't need no savior, we got our own goddamn game
Streets of redemption, where only real niggas reign
You want a rapture, I've got one right here in my fuckin' drawers
My dick's a motherfuckin' baseball bat, you ain't prepared for this war
So back to the clouds you go, with a fuckin' lesson in pain
This ain't your paradise, bitch, this is our domain
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, to fuckin' outer space
We're the kings of the streets, f*ck yo fake ass grace
No love for the messiah, we gon' put him in his place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, he's been replaced
We're the gangstas, the hustlers, we run this fuckin' town
Jesus tried to step up, but we shut his ass down
Been hustlin' out here, building this shit brick by brick
Did you think we were just havin' a goddamn picnic?
The fuckin' nerve of yo ass to think you can come down and judge me
Erase everything we've done, make it motherfuckin' obsolete
F*ck yo second coming, we 'bouta have nine while makin' you pray
Send you divin' with concrete sandals in the fuckin' East Bay
(Yeah, that would make my day)
Cockblockin' yo second comin', not to-motherfuckin'-day
Pop caps in yo goofy ass while you hop and sway
Make a reservation, JC, this block's booked solid now
Second comin' postponed, maybe next millennium, take a bow! (take a raincheck bitch!)
Heard you walkin' on water, well try walkin' on air, yeah! (get outta here!)
Do you hear these sirens, nobody fuckin' cares! (be gone!)
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, to fuckin' outer space
We're the kings of the streets, f*ck yo fake ass grace
No love for the messiah, we gon' put him in his place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, nigga this ain't the place
Whoop His ass, send Him back, he's been replaced
We're the gangstas, the hustlers, we run this fuckin' town
Jesus tried to step up, but we shut his fuckin' ass down
F*ck Jesus Christ

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