will he walk this way He leaves his bag underneath the seat, He breaths new air back on city streets, He knows love grows but a war must be won, So his bomb
't miss when I twist the 556 Stand there with arms folded Firearms make me look large and bloated ("I'ma gonna have to project my voice") Equipment check, church
ya Nigga shoulda been rushed off the stage Feelin nutty then bust a gauge Cut like spades, blowin back out like hand grenades Ya ?? bleeding Now you in church
black out Without a lung to pump anymore oxygen out. Am I doomed on the Earth with these mental symptoms Cause your church won't grant the dead an exorcism. [Violent J
it was my mother or my mother's sister Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind Brought up and born in the church with doin' major sin On everything
this rap shit Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash ? Fuckin with the bomb squad Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god Church, Higher
than the Mack but I'm downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly Dropped a bomb on a crew named
d beat the drum like war ... I would beat the drum like war I'd beat the drum I'd beat the drum like war But when the church got through They traded
was my mother or my mother's sister Aim like a P2-10 Bullets that cut the wind Brought up and born in the church With doin' major sin On everything I
in the seventies, she was the bomb His games top notch, and he don't stop He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless
the stuff that really costs Lip gloss shinnis' tattoos on her back Attitude like Mary J. Mixed with Brat You can find a man at a beauty shop, mall, or church
Bam! I?ll explode, just like I were a bomb flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom. Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, while a parrot sings
snappin', snappin' and trappin' That's just what's happening (Hook) (J-Sweet) A whey you want come dis When you know you nuh fit You better move you bombo
preach teachers I survive seizures and fill bleachers Turn a broken glass world into mosaics of pretty girls And cut my lips on the first kiss of the church
disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch And all this bullshit is going on in church
So when them task tried to blast I just smashed on the pedal quick Heading for the hideout The night wasn't finished so I.. Hooked up with Ron.. smoke some bomb
with a bigger gat that'll penetrate your vest Their naffy government causin' trouble when I'm bubblin' Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my niggas on thai but who be bubblin' So Frank J