Game Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg Lyrics

Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg Lyrics

[Verse 1]

To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided

Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch

And I can't forget

My niggas riding
the train Yankee fitted 

Thermals under that Pelle shit

I love New
York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit 

And I'm proud of it

Spit it
through the wire so the crowd love it

Haters you know who you are you can
turn it down fuck it 

I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget


I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public

More hatred inside my
soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker

Every time one of my niggas get shot
the more I suffer

Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die
for your colors

I seen it all through the Range tints

Got niggas
doing life in the state pen

So I dread like Jamaicans

If I die for
one of my statements

Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my
blood in the pavement



[Hook]

Believe me niggas keep sayin
they gon heat me up

Talking that shit like they goin lay me down

And then I come through strapped to see what's up

Niggas really don't
want no parts of me pal



Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up

Talking that shit like they goin lay me down

And then I come through
strapped to see what's up

Niggas really don't know parts of me pal



[Verse 2]

Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write

I want my
unsigned hype 

Like Kanye want his five mics

Aiight, I handle bars
you ain't gotta ride a bike

To peep game and his skill here go some
training wheels

Let's roll

Through the city of god

Where LA
niggas train to kill

Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians
will 

For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie

Dre we to close
aint no turning back homie 

Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years

Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah

Let me paint this
picture 

While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the
shit yeah

I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a
nigga off the 5th tier

Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear


And every nigga who ever helped me get here 



[Hook]

Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up

Talking that shit like
they gon lay me down

And when I come through strapped to see what's up

Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal



Niggas keep sayin
they gon heat me up

Talking that shit like they gon lay me down

And
when I come through strapped to see what's up

Niggas really don't know
parts of me pal



[Verse 3]

One brick, two brick

The boy
moving weight

Now three bricks, four bricks

I'm driving upstate

Five Bricks, six bricks

The nigga got cake

Not rap money, but
money been rap since '88

Look at the world we live in

Niggas steady
hate, to the heckler at Koch

Leave him chopped up like freddy's face

Niggas catching feelings

Cause I'm about millions

And outta all
the newcomers out, my flow's the illest

You a close second nigga,

A
banana to a guerilla

Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em

The best of both worlds

Rapping and drug dealing

Run and tell the
chief I came to burn down the village

The head honcho, staring out the
third story window

Of my Beverly Hills condo

With two long ass
heats 

I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo

You niggas want me outta L.A.

Yeah I know



[Hook]

Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon'
heat me up

Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down

And when I
come through strapped to see what's up

Niggas really don't want no parts
of me pal



Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talking
that shit like they gon' lay me down

And when I come through strapped to
see what's up

Niggas really don't know parts of me pal