Praise The Lord... And Pass The Ammunition

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Scoob] This ones for them hoes hatin' on my Rolls Royce Its what you choose, so itsonnow Bringing pain Hoggstyle ??? praise the Lord I love you??? bringing back ??? ammunition Heaven soldiers on a mission Conquer and destroy, to defeat the weak Wicked when we creep, niggas can't withstand this fucking heat You best retreat, gone off the realer Ima killer In attack mode Puff some weed, PCP keeps me blowed On these streets ain't no bible, just survival of the fittest Homicidal shit gets vital, on these streets I'm a witness ??? is blasphemous, then let me ask you this Face to face, trigger to trigger, with a killer, would you blast a bitch Or would you be the bitch, ready to tuck your dick Praying to get out this shit and hoping you can call it quits [Verse 2: TXX Will] Rat-tat-tat-tat nigga ??? be my last words Put away this Midwest flesh watch me emerge through a Mossberg Confess for your soul therefore you beg for my mercy Praise the Lord, let's kill 'em all, ???? Fuck 'em My metamorphouses is more than just be ???? ????? some ungodly source, I am not wrong for this Devilish indeed but I At night I drop to both knees And after prayer I rise, with a 4-5 clutched to my hand Yell out death before dishonor, cause I'm high 'til I land And I dare, nigga-nigga warfare Who's there in a midst of killas There'll be no fear if I die here, let me rest with my niggas Midwest my ashes, till ??? emerge Blast they ass till they hurt us Free at last, I surpass for my purpose Cowards die a thousand deaths they say Well if so, give me one more coward to lay to rest today Sell me they soul, snort the yo, 'til we place 'em in plastic 7 days I laughed, take they caskets, cowardly bastards Down to go to war with all my Rouge Dog hawgs Give all praises to my Lord, if I fall then I fall Whoa [Verse 3: Bakarii] I hope I live to see a thousand days A thousand ways Niggas retreat, put 'em to sleep Born and raised in these streets Fully equipped, ready to rip shit Trip with a nigga that trip with me Earn my stripes, all my life What would I look like overseas Under siege Nigga we in Armageddon, grab your weapon Cowards coward, Heaven soldiers Load your clips, keep on steppin' Hate to hear my battle cry God protect my G's if I Lose my life, where's my soul Let my Rogues, slay my foes Praise the Lord, pass my vest Give me the strength off the hemp Picture me camouflaged, mobbin' ??? Been a soldier since my youth So much love for my troopers Born America-killas Young niggas with chrome triggas, jones'n Closing in on them last days Let them fakers get penetrated With a gauge, I rage Made, to be heartless in this game, til I'm slain WAR Hawker, sleep walker, for the shit that I claim Lord [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] In the name of the Father My saga, continues to bother Motherfuckers so abominable Cause they ??? Pearl Harbor Mad at Nina cause I'm living my life Jabba But I don't slobber, over m�nage � trois Cause bitches get your blood from thick heated lava All niggas will get shot, bitches will get caught And if you thinking of hurting my peoples I ask the Lord, is it ok for you to get popped And with his permission, I'll grab the ammunition And start dismissing, the hissing of haters, listen I won't stop till I see that thick red stuff glisten'n The master, told me to pass the Ammunition, pop and catch casper Damn you demons for creating such a disaster So ??? laugher, we out to evil that's lurking off in the pastor Running ??? Ima blast, my bullets capture ??? California, live the rapture Protected, by the armor of God And Satan ??? Ima treat To his overtaking of the Generation X ??? So if praising the Lord, and passing the ammunition is wrong I don't wanna be right, we coming to fight, put out your lights Nigga we praise Him