Church For Thugs Lyrics

Church For Thugs lyrics

Yeah, Fort Knox, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey

What y'all fools know about perculatin' on lo-lo?

Mics an' six fo's, nigga, ha ha, no more hand claps, please, nigga

Here we go, just blaze



To all my niggaz on the porch gettin' they hair braided

Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch

An' I can't forget, my niggaz ridin' the train, Yankee fitted

Snub nose under that Pele shit



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

An' 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 an' spend half the budget



I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public

More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker

Every time one of my niggaz get shot, the more I suffer

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



I seen it all through the Range tints

Got niggaz doin' life in the state pen, so I dread like Jamaicans

If I die for one of my statements

Then break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the pavement



Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal



Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal



Who I gotta talk to? Who I gotta write?

Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin' in Air Nikes, aight

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

To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin' wheels



Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggaz trained to kill

We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will

F'real, nah, f'real I eat a track, homey

Dre, we too close, ain't no turnin' back, homey



Deal with it, I'ma be here for ten years

Spittin' like the ghost of Eric Wright an' Big here

Let me paint this picture while you sit here

Thinkin' in the back of your mind, "This is the shit, yeah"



I spit for niggaz doin' 25 on they fifth year

Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier

Them white boys in the Abercrombie an' Fitch gear

An' every nigga who ever helped me to get here



Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal



Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal



It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin' weight

Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin' upstate

Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake

Not rap money, but money been wrapped since '88



Look at the world we live in, niggaz steady hate

'Til the Heckler an' Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face

Niggaz catchin' feelings 'cause I'm about millions

An' out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest



You a close second, nigga, banana to a gorilla

Put us in the same cage an' I'ma have to peel him

The best of both worlds, rappin' an' drug dealin'

Run an' tell Lateef I came to burn down the village



The head honcho, starin' out the third story window

Of my Beverly Hills condo

Two long ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq an' Alonzo

You niggaz want me out of L.A., geah, I know



Believe me, niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal



Niggaz keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

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

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me, pal