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Gospel Gangstaz
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G'ed Up
Chorus：
I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral
how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals
his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched
his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart
they know we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to his soles
everyday we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to they soles
Chille Baby:
I keep it poppin' yet the ghetto is my pulpit
we street disciples loaded with a full clip
aint fearing nothing got the heart of a lion though
aint nobody dyin' though
we steady walkin' flyin low
riders rollin' regals in the heat of the night
hop out holler at the homies so they can see its some light
at the end of the tunnel from the biz to the G code
i got respect, no less, they heard about my street mode
from Killa Cali we valley to the east coast
we here to warn you we on you we got people
no gimmicks ima finish with this punch like
i ride for God and down to die on the front line!
Chorus:
I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral
how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals
his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched
his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart
they know we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to his soles
everyday we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to they soles
Mr. Solo:
Wake up, hop out my bed and i thank yuh
your work for having mercy on a gangsta
block savage not your everyday average
pull a heist for the cabbage
livin' life like were rabbits
some suckas got shook when the bucka blasted
not me cause i was cut from anotha fabric
only reason why they got (?) cause they let 'em have it
i was cut to roll and tuck and duck with the (?)
smashin';
batteries and dumps
drownin' the well with the 412's rattlin' the trunk
the sharks;
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the d.a the feds and the narcs
atf they all play their parts
it happens on the yard
homies tossed behind state bars
not to mention ones we lost to the graveyard
no clergy (?) just jeans and boots homie
what you mean homie its team the truth
Chorus:
I'm on the block but i treat it like a glass cathedral
how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals
his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched
his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart
they know we stay g'd up from head to toe
from his crown down to his soles
everyday we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to they soles
Chille Baby:
My hood live like the NBA
yea its that locc Chille Baby use to serve that yay
AND, on occasionally i grab that K
and do damage banishin' my pockets were famished
but i managed to boucne back got my mind right
Luchi Bugotti design; count stacks
WEST! push the good news just like a paper route
g'd up blessed ballers time to bring them scrapers out
Cal Felon:
man i'm confident like Biggie so i'm (?)
i'm dangerous keep that (?) cocked with somethin' stuck in the chamber
boy im a west coast bang banger livin' it up
you__ conviction i'm familiar with that trick in your eyes
Cal Felon's room can see you from a distance in sight
yea i go thump like mines cause i'm ready to ride
mortalized from gang signs convictions rippin' on sight
so i don't hesitate to squeeze it throw 'em up in a fight
Chorus:
I'm g'd up but i treat it like a glass cathedral
how you walk with God when you smash cerebrals
his boots stay clean and his jeans are starched
his team wit' em' cause they seen his heart
they know we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to his soles
everyday we stay g'd up head to toe
from his crown down to they soles
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