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[Intro] GQ Beats What up Skippa? Yeah [Chorus] Yo it's a war goin' on outside nobody's safe so Yo you heard what happened to pastor Mason? (What) I heard they found him in Harlem up in the basement (Get the fuck outta here) They say somebody with [?] gave him a face life Yo it's a war goin' on outside nobody's safe so Yo you heard what happened to pastor Mason? (What) I heard they found him in Harlem up in the basement (Get the fuck outta here) They say somebody with [?] gave him a face life [Verse] Ayo I madе you faggot (Fuckin' faggot), I don' saved you from major static I'm the reason why you madе some cabbage (Nigga I made you rich) when niggas wanted your chain Could'a told niggas they can have it Niggas been watchin' you for days in traffic (Know I know where you be) Niggas [?] [?] the green lights, funny shit, you know what my team like Yo pastor I thought you seen light (Yo what happened to Bug) Shit don't seem right, the world thought you had an epiphany (For real) But all you doin' spendin' church money at Tiffany (Damn) Listen B, yo I don't know why you riff with me Knowin' I keep the fif with me, knowin' you know my history (Why you fuckin' with me, son?) The day you signed me, I gave you stripes, you play the day, son, I gave you nights (Come outside and see yo) Son I gave you life, we dead wrong, nigga blaze your wife Tryna expose the bitch to a dangerous life You ain't never live a gangsta's life, you gave thanks to Christ (Uh) You cocksucker you gon' pay the price (Yeah) For Pop Lotti and C2, even Jermaine (Even Jermaine), that nigga open the door and Pop Lotti out sprayin' (Pop Lotti out sprayin') That's four niggas that's gone while you outta the game Now you come back, get sign, try to lie on my name (You fuckin' with me?) How many families left here cryin' in pain? Can't see none of my young niggas dyin' in vain (None of my niggas) To the pressure I apply to your brain, niggas'a find you in Spain or under water down in New Orleans (Yeah) [Outro] Ayo check it out yo I can't even lie my nigga ([?] fuckin' victim of Katrina nigga) God is defiantly good, God is the greatest Pastor Mason when I see you, baby, I don't know if I wanna thank you or shank you Cause it be punk motherfuckers like you who make me exactly who I am And you don' put me back in my lane, baby, I'm back in my motherfuckin' element I'm the nigga that was really sleep, baby I was the nigga that was really snoring Fuck is you talkin' 'bout B? Every dollar I put on your head you could match You's a motherfuckin' freebie, nigga You's a I owe you Know I'm sayin'? If you could match that nigga Then you good in the hood You ain't got that kinda love nigga so fall back man And oh yeah man Any advance you get from them G-Unit niggas You need to drop some of that fuckin' money off for Pop Lotti mom's Drop some of that shit off for C2 family Drop some of that shit off for, Jermaine daughter, man Do the fuckin' right thing for once in your grimy-ass, stinkin', dirty foot, degenerate motherfuckin' life, man You's a piece of shit, homie And oh yeah Fuck you very much I appreciate you from the bottom of my fart You fuckin' faggot