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(Verse 1) [Young One]
I got heat dat will put ya in a coma
still on da block puttin hoes in they corners
kno ima soldja, don't take orders
gonna keep my head above water and stay focused
hopeless on da block wit a motive
did more damage than Katrina did New Orleans, rollin
i can smell tha perfume through tha ceiling
start my own clique like stanley williams
tha beats sweet, wanna eat, so i grind hard
move on tha radar, stay clear tha sharks
ladies love me cuz i stay so clean
i get more ass than toilet seats, ya want beef
stop shootin air guns
cuz i'll be on ya ass wit a snare drum
frisco where they keep it slick yo
use KY to slip through tha door
rip cords out tha sockets, no other option
i only spit hot shit theres no other option
(Hook) [Young One]
cuz we sippin on dat purple
cross us and get hurt yo
lay down on tha street
ya kno who we be
cuz ya kno who we be
now lets work
(Verse 2) [SnoMan]
I leanin back in my chevy wit 22 inch chrome rims spinnin
got tha sound system, as i dippin, hustlaz str8 trippin
im from tha land of essays, drive bys, where tha killins happen
thug lords gettin high, homies die when slugs fly
runaways and essays in prison got it 20 to life
tha west side is triff, many soldjas die
homies dyin over bullshit like red or blue colors and wut they slang
rival gangs catchin case, and regulate off tha smallest thangs
but i love Cali despite dat i gotta fight to get respect
gotta hustle these street and stay strapped wit tha tek
in killa Cali Gs rally and tally
kill a young soldja and leave a body layin in tha alley
(Hook) [Young One]
cuz we sippin on dat purple
cross us and get hurt yo
lay down on tha street
ya kno who we be
cuz ya kno who we be
now lets work....(repeat)
(Verse 3) [SnoMan]
My words come out quick like rounds from a AK
my poetry tough like teflon, hard to penetrate
im tha sickest in my division, competitions i dominate
ya better back off cuz i anihilate at a fast rate
notorious for my rhetorical attack
i leave ya shook cuz my diss hard, and I'm back
up against me ya won't last, so ya better walk past
or else lyrically I'd tear ya apart in a outcast
i take my mack and a empty clip hit tha floor
left ya brains all over my 64 and ya body torn up from my blows
ya upset cuz its my style u like
and every weekend i go up on stage and rips tha mic
yo, every flow i kick is heaven sent
front page i destroy fake MCs, never hesitant
when ya come up frontin ya better get tha facts
Snoman and Young One are the illest, and I'm back
Outro [SnoMan]
i kno dis ain't christian rap but ima take my music in a new direction. i'll still post any1s lyrics christian or non christian just as long as u keep it real and u don't bite any1s flows. I kno alot of yall been hatin and shit but im back wit better shit than wut i originally posted on dis site. peace out my niggaz....holla.......stay true.
I rap and attack and put a gat to yo back
blasting too fast for you to react
be back in you seconds drop a few records and be where you at
I see where you at watch what you say or you'll get beat wit a bat
I creep wit the cats I come back and put it down for the G O D
I spit the lyrical spirit just like P O D
Haters be hatin tryin to be on me casue i throw it up to god and love it
because he know me these demons never had a chance they can't stand right
I landslide on em like an avalanche
you ain't a rapper cause of yo baggin saggin pants
I kill these demons from a real rappers stance
Heres another flow for those who dont know
That JC set us free but you say our lyrics ain't dope
Cause you say that the Lord aint down for a new show
So just listen to me all you fake MC's we aint in it for the dough
You be claimin rap all it does is evil
Yet we still aint backin off with a easy retrieval
Cause the Lord set us free G this aint midevil
We in a brand new age with a new page on stage
Dustin fake MCs off the scene with their wage
So just back us up cause JC's crew gettin down in your town
and all around G dont make a frown
yo tha west side boyz be comin out wit dat gangsta twist
when we rappin we comin back like tha fast and tha furious
we from tha west side we west coast rappers
tha devil can't tempt us cuz all he is, is a laughter
we cut his throat worse than tha blood and crip gangs
we buckin him and bindin him and puttin his name to shame
when we rappin we atackin, smackin, jackin, and pimp slappin demons
till they can't take it no more and it leaves em screamin
tha devil can't touch tha west side boyz
cuz we got tha power of God and we got tha crowd makin noise
when I take out my 12 guage I pull tha trigger when my truck rollin back
leavin tha devils brains all over my brand new Cadillac
me and JCG dippin in tha SUV
ridin and music blastin when we hit tha streets
we buck demons and beat em down to tha pavement
we knock em out till they can't take it
I go hard on em and I don't stop
I jack em wit my glock till I see em drop
I hit tha devil wit my bat till his spiked out bleedin on tha floor
tha devil can't touch us cuz we got tha Lord
(Verse 1) [lEtHaL sPiTz]
I know all these trials got me feelin down
But Lord you wipe my tears and you are always around
So many homies die over the smallest things
had friends that died and I didn't even get to say goodbye
I pray that the Lord wipes my tears and takes away the pain
Pray to the Lord that my homies don't die and help me to get through the day
People be dying over small things like gang colors and gang sides
So many homies die it brings a tear to my eye
I pray the Lord hears my cry and he wipes the tears running down my face
Pray that the Lord helps me and fills me with his love and grace
I lookin back at my past and what my daddy did to me
I felt hurt and sorrow when he was doin things to me
When he hit me all I felt was emptiness inside
He would beat me and stuff me into closets as I cried
Tears running slowly down my eyes as I look back, on my life
Prayin to the Lord to take away the pain, misery, and strife
My home girl Rosey died when I least expected her death
I didn't get to say goodbye when she had her last breath
Keep your homies close and pray they don't die
I just pray God takes away the pain that I'm holding inside
(Verse 2) [JCG]
Playa sometimes I know just how you feel
Mad at the world for the things you never though would be real
And many times your homies leave you and you start giving up
Cause it's when ur enemies start moving up
You get on your knees and cry cause they hurt you with words
All of your homies puttin you down because it's God you serve
So much pain fills your heart, that its reachin your mind
You say, might as well die, cause ain't no purpose in life
I can't deny though sometimes I felt like ending it all
To slowly die in my sleep and not wake up to hear the brawls
Thats when I felt my prayer just died
Blamin God for my trials and even thought he lied
But I tried, and my head spun round through pain, grief and sorrow
I laid my prayers down in night just waitin for tomorrow
Cause today was just another day filled with pain n grief
And them tomorrows weren't promised, they was just a dream
them dreams of finding an answer to my hurt pain n tribulations
Irritation filled my soul with empty thoughts of ceased love
Heard you could heal the sick, feed the hungry and take me high above
They said you could deliver me from the hands of the enemy
When you shed your blood on Calvary the due was paid yee
Because your blood was suffice to pay in sacrifice
For my dirty life, filled wit pain, sorrows, mugs, shots, getting drug shots,and lonely cries
So keep em homies close because you never know when they die
Dedicated to Rose Mary Jasso from ya nigga lEtHaL sPiTz
Fo Real
[Verse 1]
This be a collaboration by some of mans best
we be sayin these lyrics comin from the west
where playas dip in low ridas and 64s
we be breakin it down fo tha Lord fo sho
I be dippin so tite that I got ya trippin on my grill
this be a collaboration by JCG and Fo Real
we come from tha home of the bloods and crips
where hustlas and ballas hit switches and dip
I be dippin in my Chevy Suburban hittin switches on tha curb
I'm that playa that likes preachin tha word
I preach tha word of God and I reach to tha heathen
I be makin prayers and killin them demons
I'm a gospel gangsta and tha heathen I be teachin
I be reachin to the spiritually blind when I be preachin
I preach tha word of God cuz i'm in Gods gang
I need no one to back me up cuz I got tha protection in Jesus name
I'm not concerned wit tha fame I'm in it for JC
when I rips tha mic I destroy fake MCs
I preach Jesus Christ crusified ya see
now i'm gonna pass tha mic to my home boy JCG
JCG
[Verse 2]
Verse two, what the devil gonna do?
With the big G-O-D's Gs, who he gonna fool?
Cause we knew, and we know who is gonna bust the flows
For the Lord, the Lamb, the only God that opens these doors
To have power over these demons that be fooling cause they trying
But FoReal and me got the devil and his patnas out flyin and cryin
Cause they tryin to meet our skillz
Brother we battlin n tacklin these demons all over they's grillz
So just feel FoReal and JCG cause we back
Jackin them demons and they leader cause they aint got smack
Its eveverything they lack, when we beat them demons all over the floor
Through the door, out the store, kick em back, with a bat n even more gore
Cause they cant touch- these Westside boys
With the power of the Lord, all the devil does is noise
Whack, that is all I be hearin, but the devil want me fearin,
N feelin, n scrillin, cause its my salvation redemption he wanna be stealin
But bro we hold on to Jesus name, in the game, aint the same,
Without his name, and the fame, it wouldnt be worth the shame
That we would feel at the end of times
Cause the devil gonna get loose with all his crimes
But let me tell you he gonna get bruised when we spit them rhymes
All over his spine in a dime, in his eyes, down the throat, we gonna kill these demons more
And more every day that goes by
Cause when they mess with us its the G-O-D they tryin
Im sweet like cinnamon when Im spittin this lyrical venum,
giving rappers the blues like denim,
when Im killin em, fillin em with these syllable,
synonyms of adrenaline spillin off my spiritual tongue,
then numbing em like penicillin,
plus Im trying to reach the lost like Gilligan,
God willin the spiritual healin, will stop the drug dealing,
and killing, because Im feeling like Im ready to loose my mind,
so many bullets be flying, and rydas be dying,
gotta make a difference, for instance, the inmates in prisons make bad decisions,
for lack of wisdom, so I cut them open, and make incisions,
fill em with spiritualism, tell em about the one thats arisen,
how they can be free in they spirit, and have they sins forgiven,
by the one who died on the cross,
cuz even when they were into all their drinking and smoking,
he loved them even while they were lost,
so please listen to me, and stop dissin? a G,
cuz I got they remedy on how yall can be free.
[Hook]
Blazing microphones, bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast,
Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone,
we be running things so act like you all know,
Boneyard cant be stopped now.
I?m not a Jehovah witness, but I witness for Jehovah,
back in the day, the 1st to slang cane and the baking soda,
but nowadays, I like preachin the word,
like a drug dealers, slangin; holy rock on the curb,
eyes blurred off the holy ghost, contact smoke,
gotcha tripppin off my rims, crush eyes and my rope,
plus Im gifted with flows and wrist is frozen,
I thought you all knew dawg, what, Im Gods chosen,
highly favored, standing with the elite,
thats stand apart dawg, anointed, bring the word to the streets,
aint into entertainin the the fame or set you claimin?,
tha game of namin, unless the name Im naming
is Jesus on the throne and reining, painting a picture for Gs bangin,
og how the Lord can save em, train em like a Baltimore Raven, engraving,
the name of Jesus across they heart, cuz its breakin,
plus Satan is waitin, anticipatin, and hatin,
but ones we got em, there ain?t no escaping.
[Hook]
I been doing this for 12 years, it aint easy yall,
to make hit records that are off the hizzy yall,
especially when them bustas sippin on that haterade,
talkin behind your back and trying to stop you on a day to day,
I dont make music for em playa hatas anyway,
this is for killers and thugs, thats sippin on the Alize,
run a ways and essays locked down in prison,
why them, they the ones in need of a physician,
and I know the perfect doctor yall
that can heal you when you answer to the alter call,
he can, fill all the emptiness and void in your heart,
thats why I rhyme out of a need and not love of the art,
so listen, my only mission is soul fishing,
so when the rapture happens, faces will be on the back of milk cartons missing.
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I'm a white rappa and I'm a Christian
I reach out to the G's and thugs when I'm soul fishin
I don't hate so I won't be dissin
when ya go to Heaven nothin will be missin
I'm on a mission to spread the Word and to preach
to reach out to all tha thugs and Gs
theres too many hataz of God so them I need to teach
I reach to tha heathen while tha devil creeps
I used to live tha life of a hood
used to go around town causin no good
took a long time for me to recieve
if tha Bible was written by God why not believe
I used to go around and talk about doin drugs
talked about sex murder and bein a thug
used to hate lust fo women and have tha mentality of a G
I was racial and I lived a double life that used to be me
but I bound tha devil and went to Church and I turned around
now preachin tha Word thru my Gospel rap is how I get down
[Hook]
It was my dream to be a G
used to wanna do bad that was crazy
used to be a red neck and had belligerency
wanted to be part of tha mafia wanted to be a PIMP
but I bound tha devil and went to Church thats how I changed
now flowin fo God is how I do my thang
[Verse 2]
I used to wanna be like Tony Montana
but now I get drunk in tha Spirit instead of smokin marijuana
used to be a hata wanted to sell dope
but that was stupid God gave me tha antidote
I used to rhyme say evil lyrics
used to be spiritually blind sayin things that were sick
but now I don't like evil music
instead of hatin in Cadillacs I dip
I used to be dumb listenin to the triple six
but now me and the devils rivals like tha bloods and crips
I used to write disses to Eminem caps
but now I praise tha Lord in all my raps
those hataz of God can't master that
all tha homies know my lyrics is phat
you've neva seen a whtie rappa pick up tha mic and swallow fakes like that
all tha rappas that hate God couldn't answer that
[Hook]
It was my dream to be a G
used to wanna do bad that was crazy
used to be a red neck and had belligerency
wanted to be part of tha mafia wanted to be a PIMP
but I bound tha devil and went to Church thats how I changed
now flowin fo God is how I do my thang
[Verese 3]
Verse three the devils afta me
but I'll keep on beatin him down like Muhammed Ali
I will shoot him wit a 44 magnum
I'll keep on shootin him and keep on jackin him
back in tha day when I did sinful raps
tha devil was temptin me makin me do all that
used to wanna be Slim Shady pimp on ladies
and do weed that was crazy
used to listen to tha devil and not be
a real Christian that used to be me
he used to tell me God didn't love me and that he wasn't real
so I got on my knees one day and got all over his grill
I hate tha devil and I like talkin smack about him
in my raps I give tha devil tha blues like denum
in all my raps I praise tha Lord now
instead of rhyme sayin evil lyrics fo him I break it down
tha devils runnin like Bin Laden but i'm gonna find you
and when I do I'm gonna bind you
[Hook]
It was my dream to be a G
used to wanna do bad that was crazy
used to be a red neck and had belligerency
wanted to be part of tha mafia wanted to be a PIMP
but I bound tha devil and went to Church thats how I changed
now flowin fo God is how I do my thang
[Chorus]
My name is KJ AKA KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
My name is KJ AKA KJ five two
My name is KJ it is so nice to meet you
[Verse 1]
My name is KJ five two brown hair eyes of blue
200 lbs. clocking in at six foot two
You can catch me watching Veggie Tales sipping Mountain Dew
Spending too much money at the mall and Gadzooks
Now i'm rolling throught McDonald's I'm getting a number two
But I know they gonna act rude and mess up my food
Here's your cheeseburger and plus your coke too
Ha, ha, thanks a lot but where's my fries at fool?
I tried to grow a mullet way back in high school
I was like "Now everybody gonna think that I'm cool
And the girls are gonna say I'm cuter than Tom Cruise"
But instead they laugh at me like the Spongebob dude
Looking back I don't know just how I made it through
but you live and you learn, that's just what you go through
Cause nowadays kids be like "KJ rocks dude"
My name is KJ...everybody stay tuned
[Chorus...]
[Verse 2]
My name is KJ five two now ya'll be messing up my name
It's not fifty two it don't stand for King James
I waited too long now so let me explain
John 6:9 let me break it down plain
Five loaves two fishes is what a boy gave
So I took what I had and I just did the same
Put all I had in His hands and I just walked away
I said Lord it's all Yours You can have the whole thing
I know what I bring it might sound a little strange
But I'm not in it just for this money or the fame
And I'm still just the same ain't nothing ever changed
I still driver a mini van and naw I ain't ashamed
Sipping Lipton Iced Tea dipping switching lanes
Like an insane soccer mom about to hit the game
Yelling at lame drivers saying "Get out of the way"
My name is KJ ya'll know the name
[Chorus...]
This is for this fake right here that say I can't rap
I gots somethin to say to you ya can't even bust a good cap
can't master that ya wish you were me
ya can't come close to tha lyrical P-I-M-P
ya see ya can't rap like me can't come close to me
I break it down for tha big G-O-D
cause Hes tha one who set us all free
ya don't know about God read John 3:16
then you'll know that you'll go to Heaven if u believe
if I am a fake then how am I sayin these rhymes
when I rap battle you ya never have enough time
I rhyme for tha LORD I could get down like set free
i'm gonna win this rap battle just wait and see
ya can't beat me ya can't come close to me
cause I am like tha lyrical Muhammed Ali
comin straight from tha town of Greenfield I am beatin you at rap
so just get off tha stage cuz i'm tha 1 thats phat
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