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left eye
I said don't you mean pediddle? and I lit his house on fire

He came home on acid I was holding his shotgun
I was dressed like Tina Turner in

cars, dumpin' on opps and shit (yeah, yeah, blrrrd)
It's two-twenty up on this CTS-V, ain't no stoppin' this (skrrt, skrrt)
Run in yo' house, where

We're young and rotten, running through the house with cigarettes in our mouths
Trying to find a party
Abandoned and fragile, just like our

Give you dick by the boat load
Gold bars I align, in the safe of my house, by the coke load 
I'm a Gemini , living both sides, doing flips with a Virgo

the Christian one they raised you on to make you think that there is a man way up in the sky
And you're supposed to be afraid of him as if we will reject you when

Real street nigga shit

The Butcher coming, nigga (yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing
We ain’t been through,

the houses
Choices is made by the cup and the ounces
Snowing in Vegas, she love it, she outtie
I wouldn't going to keep her, she really about it
Baby I'm

a t-shirt first before you steal all my merch
All these christians call me evil
Say i'm leading the purge
They keep on praying for the worst so i pee in they

Ghetto

Liquid

Tales from the Badlands

2005

path to choose

Every day there's a struggle here
Life's a crack house socked in tears
Church a packed house covered in fear
God love reigns down on His

presence
Or did anything that's suspect
I gained your respect
I came from the bricks
Felt pain in the trench
My house was a lick 
My pops ain't shit
I ain't

Bane

D12

SHADYXV [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

and crack it
On another tax bracket and I been cleanin' my house
But my old habits are in the attic, I'll pull 'em out
And keep reminding y'all you ain't got

religion
Bugatti whipping
Broccoli ripping
Amiri stitching your dreams
I'm living
Sipping in the club
With a little coca mixing
DTB
By A Boogie
Really

One two three 

Yeah say when you fall in love in the club
Its a lil taboo
Whoever wrote the book of making bad decisions
Wasn't talkin bout you

No

day I make a brand new hit
You ‘bout light it up  
Already had it lit

What you know about 10  in a house deep
What you know about ice in the heat
They

how can we ever change us
See I ain’t no Christian rapper
But I’m an ordained pastor
And you can find me in the streets where there ain’t no acting
See

that i seen in a minute
Aint seen no one like me shit i do i invented
Need a house by the water somewhere out near venice
I be all in lil shawty mouth

or store away in barns
And yet your heavenly Father feeds them
Are you not much more valuable than they? 
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour

one
Torn from the trials but we don't run
On top like the roof on a house
Truth in the booth is the proof we announce
No L's can't fail hope is in

that house on that Sandlot
I Woke up in His rest make my bed on that bedrock
Spirit give it to u I ain't clearing a thing
Jesus in my veins I don't care

Yeah, I came out the Ville, house up in the hill
All this shit I'm speaking bout, I swear to God this shit is real
Walkin' down the block, I catch

Westfall

Okkervil River

Don't Fall in Love With Everyone You See

I'm surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And they're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I

really real he the one who saved me
I was made by Jesus Christ wasn't really no Big Bang
I'm the Big Christian Homie this is really a Big Gang
Had to turn

1800 Reasons 

Written by - Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman 

Produced by - Christian Santagelo, Jeff Glasscock, Nick Hickman 

Source - Whiskey Neat

powerful nostalgia
There's no one to put you back together
When creative genius back fires
We wept on the cherished steps
Of christian temple secretly by