Down Payment on Heaven

Lyrics

[Intro: Spice 1] Glory to God in high Heavens Peace on Earth to those on whom He's favored Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone Happy now are the dead who died And Lord, yes, they shall rest in their labors For their good work and accompaniment This is my down payment on Heaven [Verse 1: Spice 1] Lord, I don't wanna live in this life of sin But it seems that murder is all around me, subject to drown me In a world of crime, money and drugs, slugs, thugs Crooked cops, dirty money, and more killings on my block I know I haven't spoken to You for a long time But if You can't answer my questions, give mе some kind of sign Why did my potnas have to die so young? What did thеy do to have their lives taken one by one? Why did that lady down the street have to get shot When they drove by to smoke the homie servin' on the block? I often wonder what the game got in store for me And if I die, would my niggas go to war for me? Would I want 'em to if I'm with you in Heaven? Would I forgive it if I'm where them evil demons be dwellin'? I get caught up in the madness sometimes and lose my mind Lost in the drama, debatin' if I should use my .9 [Chorus] Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? [Verse 2: Cydal] They got me dyin' to live, livin' to die Through all the blood, sweat and tears, I done lasted Bustin' the scandalous hazards My .9 got more bodies than Evergreen Cemetery or Rolling Hills So many foes die over foldin' scrill God, why was I birthed to this land of blood thirst Where bullets fly first, then you chauffered off in a hearse Sometimes I wonder if death is a brother's destiny And other times I wonder if murderers truly rest in peace Can't let destruction get the best of me, I only trust my shadow And after that, nann could get next to me See, I can feel the pain from the parents that lost they children And I can feel the strain on my brain from all them killings So is the saying true: live by the gun, die by the gun? Why run when your time come? Lord, please forgive me for lettin' off Glocks on half-lit blocks But some of these bustas I just gotta take with me [Chorus] Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? [Verse 3: Spice 1] Dear God, I know You're listenin', I know You're still there Was there a reason for my dead homies to show up in my nightmares? What should I do when the jealous run up on me strapped? Death seems to follow me and I can't get 'em up off my back I need to talk to You more often 'Cause I'm goin' to too many funerals, seein' more and more closed coffins Contemplatin' on puttin' slugs in suckas With a devil upon one shoulder, and an angel up on the other Can you help me? I'm lost between life and death Should I go locate my enemies and put 'em all to rest? It's hard tryna function when your homie shot down And the haters who shot him still walkin' around [Chorus] Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? Pop, pop, pop, pop, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? Pop, pop, pop, pop, goes my .9 Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off? [Outro: Spice 1] For those who win victory who keeps to my way of men I would give authority over the nations Each one, I would destroy all the wicked of the men And uproot them from the city of the Lord And this is my down payment on Heaven (Yes, Father God, yes, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Lord, thank you)