Da God

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price & Sadat X] Peace God Peace, peace, peace [Verse 1: Sean Price] Ayo, who the fuck beepin' the God, peepin' the God? Groupie ho from a show wanna sleep with the God Wanna late-night creep with the God Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, count sheep with the God She like "Ruck, could you skeet in me God?" Hell no ho, you must think somethin' sweet with the God Don't try to get deep with the God Don't try to conversate and holdin' hands down the street with the God She thinkin' about leavin' the God I don't care, it's up to you to choose bitch, even the odds Even my squad, say "She be deceivin' you, God She's the atheist, she ain't even believe in the Gods" "Fatal Attraction" bitch got heat for the God So I back-smack the left side of the cheek on the broad Now I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes But this time, I must be, outta my goddamn mind [Hook: Buckshot] The arm-leg-leg-arm-head, gone is your bread With no church we pardon the dead All praise to AK's and coffins When God in the spot you see the devil often You scared? Go to church You scared? Get a dog nigga, this truth hurts Pardon me God, can you speak to him? Please show him the light, throw the heat to him [Verse 2: Sadat X] She say she wanna get with the God Then get slick and try to slip me lard You may think that I'm odd Give us free like "Amistad" Now these dudes tried to beat the God Like I ain't live up the block with a murderous squad Now these dudes is supposably hard But they ran to police when I pulled the rod The actions of a cowardly broad But I have one jail pass, one last card Who in the street with the God? Got a hundred grands you can eat with the God Listen ain't nothin' sweet with the God Got to come a lil' better to compete with the God There's heat with the God 40 in your face leave your skull piece charred Dig out your pocket, snatch a lil' wad Give half to Price 'cause we peas in a pod [Verse 3: Sean Price] I heard y'all niggas bad speakin' the God Damn, that's fucked up it wasn't like that last week with the God Y'all niggas wanna clap heat at the God I ain't sayin' shit, I'ma let the gat speak for the God If your shit fat then get on a track with the God If your shit wack you can't get on a track with the God Fuck I look like? Y'all bitch-ass niggas is the shook type Missy on the chorus, the song is wack but the hook tight Now I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes But this time I must be outta my goddamn mind Everybody wanna rap like the God *pff* Go outta town and grab the pound and sell crack for the God You ain't gotta do that for the God All you gotta do is cop the LP that brought crack for the God (P!) [Hook: Buckshot] The arm-leg-leg-arm-head, gone is your bread With no church we pardon the dead All praise to AK's and coffins When God in the spot you see the devil often You scared? Go to church You scared? Get a dog nigga, this truth hurts Pardon me God, can you speak to him? Please show him the light, throw the heat to him [Outro: Sean Price & Sadat X scratches] "Everybody wanna Everybody wanna rap like the God" "Got to come a lil' better to compete with the God" "Now I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes But this time I must be outta my goddamn mind" "God"