Blood of Christ Lyrics

We gonna let this m*********** breathe for a minute
It's still aftermath, it's still aftermath
Now when I said we gonna let this m*********** breathe
I meant this m************ beat is dead
Were gonna preform CPR to bring that m*********** back to life
Now let that m*********** breathe
Compton's my city, that m*********** ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then m************ that killed Biggie
Then m************ that killed Biggie
Then m************ that killed Biggie

[Verse 1]
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, n**** f*** 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd Banks can't pay the rent
I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc
Sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot
IPhone in my hand doing the forty whop
That n**** looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs
Looking out of my window I see forty cops
Trying to serve me that subpoena, I'm on this Xbox
2 Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa
Pass to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
Yeah let me spit this ether
Yeah yeah yeah, 'til it blow the speaker
From eating Reese's Pieces to pulling guns out
For that Little Caesar's Pizza
All the way to jacking n***** for their Jesus pieces
I'm God to you b**** a** n***** put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter

[Verse 2]
f*** with me, f*** with me
f*** with me, n**** you stuck with me
Forever and ever and ever
Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne po'
All the way in Belize with Kendrick's d*** in his throat
Good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city
Nothing from Compton could ever be trash
You hear that n**** voice sound like a d*** in his a**
He reminiscing, a Compton n****'s b**** in prison
Used to be Christian, now that n**** Jew
Can't step foot in America so what he gon' do
P.Diddy's stuntman, Jackie Chan your a** through
Hood pass revoked, get your f****** brains blew
Blood on that yarmulke, now you really Piru
Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you
But you couldn't become him cause you were shooting at the roof

I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
I said I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
Let that b**** breathe, let that b**** breathe
This my m************ city
Five m************ albums
The Documentary, classic
Doctor's Advocate, classic
Everything in between that s*** and Jesus piece, classic
Them mufuckin grams, [?]
Chop it up, rock it up
Do whatever the f*** you gotta do to get yo m****f***in paper
Shoutout to my n**** Dr. Dre
He ain't ever gotta put out Detox, now that he got me and f****** Kendrick
And them m****f***in Dre Beats you got on yo m****f***in head
That n**** made a million dollars off a m****f***in headphone
Mad kid, bad city, yea Explain
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