peace god peace peace peace ayo who the fuck beepin the god peepin the god groupie ho from a show wanna sleep with the god wanna late night creep with the god wanna fuck all night til she tired count sheep with the god she like ruck could you skeet in me god hell no ho you must think somethin sweet with the god don t try to get deep with the god don t try to conversate and holdin hands down the street with the god she thinkin about leavin the god i don t care it s up to you to choose bitch even the odds even my squad say she be deceivin you god she s the atheist she ain t even believe in the gods fatal attraction bitch got heat for the god so i back smack the left side of the cheek on the broad now i done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes but this time i must be outta my goddamn mind the arm leg leg arm head gone is your bread with no church we pardon the dead all praise to ak s and coffins when god in the spot you see the devil often you scared go to church you scared get a dog nigga this truth hurts pardon me god can you speak to him please show him the light throw the heat to him she say she wanna get with the god then get slick and try to slip me lard you may think that i m odd give us free like amistad now these dudes tried to beat the god like i ain t live up the block with a murderous squad now these dudes is supposably hard but they ran to police when i pulled the rod the actions of a cowardly broad but i have one jail pass one last card who in the street with the god got a hundred grands you can eat with the god listen ain t nothin sweet with the god got to come a lil better to compete with the god there s heat with the god 40 in your face leave your skull piece charred dig out your pocket snatch a lil wad give half to price cause we peas in a pod  i heard y all niggas bad speakin the god damn that s fucked up it wasn t like that last week with the god y all niggas wanna clap heat at the god i ain t sayin shit i ma let the gat speak for the god if your shit fat then get on a track with the god if your shit wack you can t get on a track with the god fuck i look like y all bitch ass niggas is the shook type missy on the chorus the song is wack but the hook tight now i done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes but this time i must be outta my goddamn mind everybody wanna rap like the god pff go outta town and grab the pound and sell crack for the god you ain t gotta do that for the god all you gotta do is cop the lp that brought crack for the god the arm leg leg arm head gone is your bread with no church we pardon the dead all praise to ak s and coffins when god in the spot you see the devil often you scared go to church you scared get a dog nigga this truth hurts pardon me god can you speak to him please show him the light throw the heat to him everybody wanna everybody wanna rap like the god got to come a lil better to compete with the god now i done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes but this time i must be outta my goddamn mind god 