I have refused the blood of Jesus I have kissed the goat I glorify the true master And I give my soul to him The beast controls my mind No one can resist
not care? Now he's gotta gun. You mothers fuckers better run. Now he's gotta gun. You mothers fuckers better run. Now he's gotta gun. My jesus mercy
easy to explain" It was the blood of Jesus The blood of Jesus That opened Heaven's door to let me in It was the blood of Jesus The blood of Jesus That
We got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody
Without no guilt or consequence This bloody-minded S.O. B. Has nor a wound to mend... Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in a fist fight Losing lots of blood
love to hear I love to sing its worth It sounds like music in my ear The sweetest name on Earth O how I love Jesus O how I love Jesus O how I love Jesus
did you bloody expect from 'em in the end sleep deprivation might just be our detriment fighting through writers block from 9 o'clock to 5 o'clock and
of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can ease the pain. Drinkin' all my problems away But still prayin' in Jesus' name. Tryna' turn
crips, yo crips even be in Iraq I know young bloods and niggas like O.G. Mack I dropped out in seventh grade and I knew I'd be straight I went O.T. and
heads Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin' and dead And leave 'em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red N.O
mellow my ace, movin' from place to place All a nigger want is a taste Working on the docks wearin' a smock I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock
Israel! This star drew nigh to the northwest O'er Bethlehem it took its rest And there it did both Pause and stay Right o'er the place where Jesus lay
the down down for the block Down, down for the block Down, down for the block [Verse 1 - Jay Rock] Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal Me and my niggas
fighting is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus
crazy niggaz Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain In the 'O' straight clownin',
The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a berry as red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good O
Then go in peace, and laugh on glory's side And fly to Jesus Fly to Jesus Fly to Jesus and live Fly to Jesus Fly to Jesus Fly to Jesus and live
free from your burden of sin? There's power in the blood, power in the blood Would you o'er evil the victory win? There's wonderful power in the blood