k**ah Priest - Ghetto Jezuz lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Uh-uh-eh-uh-eh +Ghetto Jezus+ +Ghetto Jezus+ [k**ah Priest] My dearly beloved brothers, ye who cook coke and crack Chop it, sell it to fiends to make a profit back Dealers, Gamblers and Hustlers, Pimps, Ballers, and Players Thugs, Thieves and k**ers, let us bow in prayer Our father who are in jail, I shall be thy gangsta Thy Kingdom of guns and thy will swing a razor On the street corners, as it is in prison Give us gats this day and spray our daily lead Who testify against us, we pray they soon be dead For thine is thy Kingpin, power and the glory Forever more "amen", now pour out some forty For shorty 6 feet under Hustlers and number runners Surround our Ghetto Christ -- At The Last Supper Tables of yayo, Cathedrals or kilos Gansta Bibles and desert eagles Apostle with their liquor bottles, bullets with tips that's hallow Silencers that fit the nozzle, banana clip that follow A gun officiano, the last A-Pistol's novels [Interlude: k**ah Priest] +Ghetto Jezus+, let us all pray +Ghetto Jezus+, let us all pray our father You know when we're in the streets +Ghetto Jezus+ [k**ah Priest] First there's Pistol Paul, then there's John the Ratchet Right across the hall, two cats he sold us crack with Along with gangsta James, the other k**er Andrew One like the Son of Man we stood in the seven candles Which was the number one spot, raided by a hundred cops But +Ghetto Jezus+ stood there 'til a gun was shot And then there murder Mark along with Tom and Phillip They hung in the park talking about stacking mills up Along with money Luke him and Peter black The wild one of the 'lil crew never scared to squeeze his gat And there's the Nazarite shaking three pairs of dice Kissed 'em said "The Anti-Christ that's the crack pipes" He blew on 'em, rolled them on the corner All his disciples got warrants, crack-head that's the torment Hell foul up the Horsemen, jails crowded with law men [Outro: k**ah Priest] +Ghetto Jezus+, let us all pray +Ghetto Jezus+ You know how it go man this is the criminals' Bible To the ghetto Jezus we need one, you know what I mean? Praise the Lord whoever hit the number, +Ghetto Jezus+ Redeem ya baptized with bullets Malt liquor we sip it up all day that's the holy water In the hood, you know what I mean? Pray we get out of jail early I pray for all criminals drop their nails, try to get their money +Ghetto Jezus+, +Ghetto Jezus+