Lg Wise It Yo Lyrics

It Yo Lyrics

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It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo
I thought you should know,
It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice
It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost
soul
Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)
It
ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know
It ain't
that drop top E-class, with them rims yo
Another lost soul, up at the
crossroads

Regulatin' up in this thang
while you suckers hatin up in
this thang
You might as well respect the game
'Cuz it's time to see a
change
Talk about your flows and your clothes
And all your hos and your
doughs
What about the ones with the holes in their souls
Only Heaven
knows, how many of them kiled with the flow
And how you done lived with
their dough
And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades,
you know
Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed
While
you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real
So I don't do this for
the fame, and I don't do this for the game
Everything I do is from the heart,
to see a change in Jesus name
That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the
word to this generation
Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to
this fornication

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Chose God over pleasure, tell me where
would I be
Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies
And
think they thuggin but really buggin
On the block where they sell, now
theyself is all they huggin
While they locked in the cell, 
See all the
homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that
Got 'em lost in the
hood with 20 to life and cant come back
Before you rollin like a 6-4, and
you hittin a ditch
Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with
this
And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist
Too many people
livin they life and never knowin the risk
And yo, it's spiritual, you cats
that's fightin lyrical
I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a
miricle
It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai
It
ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank
Or that Cash Money that rule,
don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool
Runnin around and thinkin you
cool, 'cuz you got your tattoos
But you ain't got a
clue

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For all the ones that's locked down
You claim you
spreadin them love
But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them
thugs
And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear
Now how
you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of dough
It's
like every other city you go and on these videos
Every time I turn around,
it's the same nasty thing yo
Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on
ya'll
You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna
crawl
Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call
That's
why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord
Like I told you
before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling
It ain't yo drop top E-class
while you rollin on them thangs

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