Kevin "Colione" Crowe - Ten Jesus Pieces lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] God forgives, He's so honorable But livin' amongst thieves and n***as like myself You will not have that luxury [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I wake up excited, I made it through the night Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a f**in' feature I do at least three a week, roll up the f**in' reefer Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer n***as claim that they thuggin' when they dick-ridin' My n***as rather walk, do they own brick climbin' On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows in my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a n***a doin' wrong My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem Count mills for the times that we had it hard Askin' for a hundred mill as I pray to God [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my n***as facin' hard times Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Young n***a comin' up, they wanna gun you down Drinkin' vodka in the memory of my n***a, damn (I miss you P-Nut) Ridin' real slow on them all golds (we had them n***a) Shoppin' for them Os when the mall close Reppin' for your homies when they all gone Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real sh**) All black tees, ten gold chains At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game Ten years strong in the same trap Ten years blowin' on that strong pack Lord knows that I wanna live right But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right) Forty dollar tab meanin' forty grand Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band Holdin' on the forty in his other hand Ten chains on, smokin' in the motherland [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my n***as facin' hard times Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm his poltergeist, n***as know I'm more than nice All these j**els on, all Moissanites I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster Black card maxed out, damn black brother White collar, black market Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket Eight shot, b**h I'm a top shotta Screamin' your affiliations, but that don't matter I'm flyin' first cla** as the snakes slither Never blackmail a motherf**in' k**er On trial and they wanna execute me It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me True G to the core, feel my texture A true G keeps it raw in his lecture Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my n***as facin' hard times Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 4: Stalley] Versace shirt, Jesus layin' on the chest Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best And I was so impressed that I went and got ten Now I'm stuntin' on these n***as cause I couldn't back then Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum And I wear them all at once, I ain't tryna match them I remember bumpin' Mack 10 and that deuce in the corner Scrapin' up for a sandwich and a soda Now my strength is up and I'm danglin' chains off my shoulders But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed For the reason that I buy em And they say, because I'm m**m I shouldn't think about the shine Or even put it in a rhyme It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my n***as facin' hard times Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Outro: Rick Ross] We untouchable [Outro Skits] Xolaal sama guys, dundu ben yoon la Dangay dundu sa dundu, gemm Yalla Ligeey, xalis, gnax, amoul nelaw, gnafè Sa life yako dugal, ken du ko jappale Yow ya ray sa bopp ba dee. Moy loolu Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende? Vi muertes...vi muertes...vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando despues del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle Y siempre queria venir para aqui otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue aca entendi mi proposito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre Dios perdona, yo no