Lyrics:
Come To Jesus While You Have Time

Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus

, we won if it comes to guns And I'm stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun Want some, come, come, come execution, redrum rum See

called the weather More deadlier than chemical and nuclear together It's hotter in the winter, even hotter in the summer Jesus or Buddha, somebody come and help us out Lord, come

, baby, this time in the six fo' (Since we came down wit mo' sho' than the first time) (I thought I'd go trade the Rover in for a six fo' this time) A

you run, all you want is to rest 'Cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching

'Cause you feel like you've been sticking your fucking dick in a hurse So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get Ever since they sold you this shit, you

coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street

you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself

'm looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 6: Salt & Pepa Santa Baby, are you really real? Chris Kringle Let me see you