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Correct Still Preachin' Lyrics
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Correct Still Preachin'
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Verse 1 Comin straight from da west coast killin field Its the bone coloeone pimpin keep it real Ya know the deal Corn braids in a thug appeal Street slang makin hits that thugs feel Demons guard ya grill When they in my scope aim and I shoot to kill And haters jealous cuz I'm stackin hundred dolla bill Platinum crushed ice and it's all real Gospel hip hop got it locked still Who you think it was sprinklin game West coast gospel plus a brim in a cane Street slang in a message that they couldn't contain Tought you bout da streets and the way thatthey bang Cocane methaphetamene, gen and tonic Hennesy sherm chocolate tye and chronic Bloods crip essa's M13 Piwoos soowoos damos and county blues Chorus Still preachin that word wit dem bangin beats Reach thugged out folks grindin on da streets Huslers servin cane g's pullin heat Steadily reachin them wit da word seven days a week Verse 2 I'm still, rippin and kickin flippin spittin lyrics That got you thinkin trippin grippin ya Bible Diggin just to see what's written Invision paul in the prison Livin in the worst conditions Make decisions Wha convicted for the on that's arisin See my mission is to give vision To the one that listen Like caticism But to ones arrested for vadilism Its your decision Eternal prison Or you can accept what the Lord has given "what's that?'"ya sins forgiven See I'm tryin to get you walkin through the pearly gates And save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes "how do i do that?" By askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya sins And turn away from all of you wickedness and not turn back Start walkin on the straight and narrow Get the word inside of ya temples Til it swell and make ya bone marrow No more pack in da back of a Lac Attack, crack, smack heads wit a baseball bat *chorus* Verse 3 Still makin g music for dem cold killas Gang bangers convict pimps players Weed smokers and them drug dealers Captkillers theives fellons and them go-rillas And drug lords over seas makin big scrilla Its still the same, ain't nuttin changed Street raps altar calls and proclaim the name Never ashamed of the one that was slain Endured all the pain, Bleeding wit nails in his hands Just to save me from da burnin flames Amazing grace, he took my place, payed the ransom Then got my sins erased and now Words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh Every breath is givin god glory until my death See I'm blessed beyind measures Like silver and gold treasures World pleasures Spittin leacture to ease the world pressures So that heathens that were thevien grieven Can now believin That Jesus bleedin was for a reason cuz the words I'm speakin *chorus*
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