Lyrics

[Verse 1] My lyrics phat like Don Cartagena You never seen a Latino rapper pick up the mic and eat MCs like gelatina From the Bay area down to Argentina I be slanging the gospel in your crack houses like it was cocaina Mira mija la firme Linya de rap familia No son gallinas, killing them demons is a misdemeanor So we ain't scared of y'all, we lived above the law Now we got pimps, addicts, thugs And these hustlers at the altar call Praying, saying thing like forgive me for my evil ways then Get off their knees and be delievered from twelve years of blazing Praising the Name of Christ, ain't scared to give my life For the one who died on the cross and saved Me when my life was strife (now it's alright) God wrote these lyrics, peep the copyright Building an army in a world that's dark, so we can bring the light Raisin veteranos Cristianos that we call hermanos Deadly like rattlesnakes but worse when mics are in our manos En me cara, no dicen nada, puro Amenasadas Wack envious rappers wanna bite like a thousand piranhas I bring the heat like a sauna With Cubana mamas from Havana (Oye como va) when I rock like Santana [Chorus] One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys [Verse 2] I stay humble and meek Get on my knees and wash my brethren's feet You quick to speak and judge, I'm quick to turn the other cheek Forgive my foes, 479 times and add eleven Just to equal 70 times seven Rap reverend Preaching sermons to those thug living Killing, sinning, feeling that they can never be forgiven Ghetto prison is where they living, so I make incisions Cut to the heart, and operate tell em the sons a-risen If you ain getting what I be spitting Get me grab my weapons Sawed off KJV with 66 clips that are made for hitting Straight to the heart, we wrestle not against flesh and blood Saved thugs, blasting partners with God's love Pump pump you get struck when I dump with the pump Sawed off, the old man get hauled off And thats the way it is coming out the west side Yo, I'm preaching Jesus Christ crucified [Chorus] One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys [Verse 3] What up mamma, its the Rap Papa Don Dadda, the one who used to smoke grama from Nicaragua Sip champaña in the sauna, hollering ay caramba Now I'm the redeemed hoodlum tellin em Cristo te ama I'ma bring the drama like Tony Montana Cuz when demons step to me They get cut worse then shrimp at Benihana's Back in the days hitting weed, smoking roaches But we ain't no players (tell 'em why) we some coaches I get ferocious then I bury all you cockroaches Get bent off the Holy Ghost and take it by the doses A super-california-lyricist-pialidocious Bibles in my (holster), seen me on the (poster) Devil outlined in chalk, I walk the (walk) and talk the (talk) Jehovah knows this Being a Christians on a day to day forget the half way Can't holler praise the Lord, then smoke and sip the Alizé Or Tanqueray or you'll get blown up like a hand grenade I ain't afraid, I slit the devil's throat with my switchblade That's real, dog [Chorus] One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what) Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west Where they ride on the enemies Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased And jack for car keys