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Game lyrics : "Blood Of Christ"

Aye, Duane
We gon' let this ma'$#&@a breathe for minute


It's still Aftermath?
It's still Aftermath?
Chyeuh


Now, when I said we gon' let this ma'$#&@a breathe
I meant?

This ma'$#&@in' beat is dead, we gon' perform CPR
and bring that mother$#&@er back to life


Let that ma'$#&@a breathe

[Hook]

Compton's my city, that mother$#&@er ain't never pretty
Gave 'Pac life, them ma'$#&@as that killed Biggie?
Them ma'$#&@as that killed Biggie?

Them ma'$#&@as that killed Biggie?

[Verse 1]

Notorious is, bring that Benz in
I'm a bottom dollar ^!$$%, $#&@ 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 40 grand

That same 40 get you shot
iPhone in my hand doin' the 40 wop
That ^!$$% looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs

Lookin' out of my window, I see 40 cops
Tryin' to serve a subpoena, I'm on thix XBOX
2 Chainz voice, smokin' that Wiz Khalifa

Somebody test that Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
Yeh, let me spit this ether
Get, get, get, 'til it blow the speakers

From eating Reese's Pieces
To pointing guns, out for that Little Caesar's pieces
All the way to jackin' ^!$$%s for they Jesus pieces

I'm God to you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s
Put that on Matthew, pardon P!
[Hook x2]


$#&@ with me?
$#&@ with me?

$#&@ with me?
^!$$%, you stuck with me forever, and ever, and ever


[Verse 2]
Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne poor
All the way in Belize with Kendrick dick in his throat


Good kid, mad city
Mad kid, bad city


Nothin' from Compton could ever be trash
You hear that ^!$$% voice? Sound like a dick in his $$#

He reminiscing, a Compton ^!$$%'s (*##$ in prison
Used to be Christian, now that ^!$$% Jew
Can't step foot in America so what he gon' do?

P. Diddy's stunt man, Jackie Chan, your $$# through
Hood pass revoked, get your $#&@in' brains blew
Blood on that Yarmulke, now you really Pieru

Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you
But you couldn't become him 'cause you were shootin' at the roof


[Hook]

I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck

I said, I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck?

[Outro]

Let that (*##$ breathe
Let that (*##$ breathe


This my mother$#&@in' city
Five mother$#&@in' albums
The Documentary?
Classic
Doctor's Advocate?

Classic
Everything between that %#@! and Jesus Piece?
Classic
Them ma'$#&@in' grams?
Past it


Chop it up, rock it up
Do whatever the $#&@ you gotta do to get your mother$#&@in' paper
Shot out to my ^!$$% Dr. Dre
He ain't never gotta put out Detox

Long as he got me and Kendrick, ^!$$%
And them mother$#&@in' Dre Beats you got on your mother$#&@in' head
That ^!$$% made a billion dollars off of mother$#&@in' headphones
Mad kid, bad city!



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