Yeah
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Early morning to late night, HEY!!!
Gonna give it to ya', just like you like, HEY!!!
Lettin' the world know just what it be, HEY!!!
Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! HEY!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, HEY!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, HEY!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, HEY!!!
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! HEY!!!
I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do
We finna' act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down
SWATS, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don't play no games, its automatic hit ya'
They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em'
My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black
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You on your last and only way of ever living
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin'
Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S
Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya'
Comin' dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it Let's have Christ for President.
Let us have him for our King.
Cast your vote for the Carpenter
that you call the Nazarene.
The only way we can ever beat
these crooked politician men
Is to run the money changers out of the temple
And put the Carpenter in
O It's Jesus Christ our president
God above our king
With a job and a pension for young and old
We will make hallelujah ring
Every year we waste enough
to feed the ones who starve
We build our civilization up
and we shoot it down with wars
But with the Carpenter on the seat
away up in the capital town
The USA would be on the way prosperity bound!