yeah lord that right they gon bang dis hey gon bang dis they gon bang dis like a chrome four fifth say they gon bang dis say they gon bang dis say they gon bang dis like a chrome four fifth yeah they gon bang dis yeah they gon bang dis yeah they gon bang dis like a chrome four fifth then all hell broke loose but i say hell no so they gon bang dis so they gon bang dis yeah bang it like a heater when you in that pressure i keep mine with me never leave it on the dresser i m clutching all the time murder on my mind had to murder my old ways and now i m doin time je jesus gave me life went from lightin swishers to snortin clim with the killers poppin pills with the wiggers and robbin with all the jackers i used to be a good boy that s when hell happened but through the trials and tribulations now it s nothing lackin james one verse two yeah i m steady packin jig got hit last night i hope he change his life prayers for the youngin whole block that thug it now my life is in vain if i don t teach christ that blood on my hands cuz i d rather please man they trippin i listen i give em the scriptures to fix em the music the way that i pitch it the lifestyle the way that i live it they lovin the way that i kill it so they gon  what we tell em jesus in case you need some jesus from the bottom of the map with me and my boys we don t believe in treason they got that ego on goliath but that life short big sling in my pocket so i m walkin like king david never devil s advocate i advocate the savior gunnin for the enemy by any means it s a frantic wolf so catch where that war at blat heard him say peace be still blat got my piece up still i saw a single strike of lightning like how hell go they caught me with that black box pandora flow then all hell broke loose but i say hell no i know a couple judases they shadows in the dark i got a brother who ain t able we just call that flaw they say it s gucci dog but i don t see no green and red they say it s gucci dog but they ain t got that type of bread but i got bread and wine i take it to the head i remember when they flipped my home now the feds get saved when they tap my phone i m steady prayin for the hustlas and the blocks they roam baby mamas in the struggle raisin kids alone this for the boys on the block that shoulda been banged but he jammed that clip cuz they ain t jam that whip now little man think he grown cuz he hit that stick and all them lies you been told man i took that trip more stripes than the federales and when they slung him in the grave they couldn t hold him down touch his side and feel his palms he ain t gone for long he paid the debt of salvation and we always wrong but the prodigal been home so i don t judge him when i see him glad back home luke 15 11 red letters all the way through less pieces of gold and more for flows for you to drop that chrome and bang that in the back like up in this zone 1