Come straight from the West Coast killin' field Its tha Bone Corleone pimpin' keep it real Y' all know tha deal Corn breads and tha thug appeal Street slang, make the hits that thugs feel Demons guard ya grill When they in my scope aim then I shoot to kill And hater's jealous cuz I'm stackin' hundred dollar bills Platinum, crushed ice and it's all real Gospel hip-hop, got it locked still Who you think it was sprinkled tha game Wit' west coast gospel rap Plus a brim & cane Street slang and a message that couldn't contain Taught you about that streets and the way they bang Cocaine, methamphetamine, gin & tonic, remi martin, Hennessey, Sherm, chocolate tye and tha chronic Bloods, crips, ese's, M 13, pirus, So woos, damus and country blues
I'm still rippin it kickin flippin and spittin Lyrics that got you thinking Trippin', grippin' ya Bible, Digging just to see what's written Envision Paul in a prision Livin' in the worst condition Making decisions with conviction for the one that's a risen See my mission is to give vision To the one's that listen, like catechism But to kids arrested for vandalism, it's your decision Eternal prison or you can except what tha Lord has given What's that Bone? Your sins forginen, See I'm trying to get ya walkin' through tha pearly gates And save ya from tha lake of fire full of demon snakes But how do you do that? By askin' the Lord to forgive you off all your sins And then turning away from all your wickedness and not turn back Then start walking on the straight and narrow Get tha word inside of your temple Till it's dwelling in ya bone marrow No more packin' a gat in the back of a lac Attackin' smack and crack Heads wit' a baseball bat!
Still making music for em' cold killas Gangbanger, convicts, pimps, players Weed smokers and tha drug dealers Cap pellers, thieves, felons & em' gorillas And drug Lords over seas stackin' big skrilla Its still the same, ain't nuttin' change Street raps, alter calls And proclaim the name Never ashamed of the one that was slain And endured all the pain Bleeding with nails in his hands just to save me from the burning flames Amazing grace, he took my place Paid the ransom, then got my sins erased And now, words can't express what I feel inside my flesh Every breath is giving God glory until my death See I'm blessed beyond measures Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures Spittin' lectures to ease the world pressures So know heathens that's grieving, thieving Can now believing, that Jesus bleeding was for a reason Cuz the words I'm speaking
Hook- Still preachin' that word Wit' them banging beats Reach thug out gridin' on tha streets Hustlers serving can, g's pulling heat But steadily we're reachin' em' With the word 7 days a week