I could have real life someday It's about the cross It's about the cross Verse 2: It's not just about the presents Underneath the tree It's not all about
is coming, I make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about
song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot, We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this
our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, the seventh walks in front with a cross
You know who I'm talking to Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't shit Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto
and I got two aces been many places seen many faces and everywhere I go people wanna jive so I keep my fingers on my .45 So don't cross my dusty path
body I can't go without Uh, slaves 4 one another (Hey!) Yeah baby, that's what I do believe I am talkin' about So let me know how U wanna go? (Yeah)
Here we go... [Chorus] They say that one little lie turns into another, then you go and cheat By the time you know it, you are wrapped up in a whole
murderers And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about
[First Verse] You live by the sword, and you die by it The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it But some of y'all got the game crossed
's turnin' I'm out a week, I'm already earnin' Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss Payback time, boy, life's the cost Gauges out the window, one lay cross
down Through fuckin' round most the time I stayed at her house Spent all my time with her when we stayed in the town Thought this shit right here was really about
my record machine Sayin' ooh papa doo, how ya'll doin'? Go wiggle To all the fish and the fishies, go wiggle To all the fish and the fishes, go wiggle
Testament is really old astrology Jesus is the Son of God no lie But they might be talking about the Sun up in the sky The Sun, that hangs on the cross