State Store - U Try lyrics

(Intro) Kamachi Yeah, yeah, JuJu Mob, Dirty Deacon Kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, kamach, c'mon Its' like, you keep tellin' 'em the same thing Same sh**, kno'm'sayin', fall back man Candy a** n***as, ayo check it out [Chief Kamachi] Yo, if I ain't have a mic I'll be flyin' kites from a cell Respect me like I'mma Al-Qaeda leader in jail And my prison pose my arms all swell like Melle Mel Do you hear me like the Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el Booooom! You know what that mean, don't risk it Camoflauge y'all be a murderous mystique Wanna hustle, scramble nine millie jam Devil worship - dance on the pentagram Me and the Dirty Deac. Church full of nerdy freaks Choir girls that like to f** in the pews Give 'em vodka and holy water if they stuck in the blues I'ma heathen, I love slangin' and thievin' Cold hearted love to see families grievin' Right into the darkness their souls is leavin' Minister Mach, this my sermon for the evenin' Thank the Lord for the wise words who receivin' Don't eva go against the code It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes When my sandals touch the sand the ministry rose When I stood up, lights out, the industry froze Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes K A M A C H I another chapter is closed Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes K A M A C H I another chapter is closed C'mon... (Hook) State Store 2x Don't - you - eva - try - to - come - and - test - us Test - us [Break] You'kno'm'sayin' I keep tellin' y'all to stop playin' You'kno'm'sayin' - you'know'I'mean, this ain't no game When you come to my Church you listen to my gospel You'kno'm'sayin', c'mon' Dirty Deacon, sing it, c'mon Y'all just don't learn do y'all, ha-ha Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya lanes, one more time [State Store] Project paths, there's brick weed, the hustle dime, the dust Call me the Deacon preachin' for all the henny thugs For any victim I leave splashin' in gorilla blood I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs My shine Bishop Juan, Betty showed me plenty love Holy communion reefer clouds over veggie grubs My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub Since a kid I played the block where the stash was So every word will flame from a dutch that hashed up I'm State Store, North Philly get ya cash up My congregation a hundred shorties wit fat bu*ts I'm warrior style, you over print on my black tux I hold it down, drink a liquor out of gla** cups I see visions, I'mma psychic for a fast buck Ride in the hood, dirty bikin' and a dump truck I'm State Store 'd**h Choir' for my vultures (Hook) State Store 2x (Outro) Kamachi Yeah, you'know'm'sayin', Dirty Deacon they just don't learn You'kno'm'sayin', you know each one keep steppin' into the zone You'kno'm'sayin', this is our zone You'kno'm'sayin', we own this right here You'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya own galaxy You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here, hahaha You'kno'I'mean, JuJu Mob, d**h Choir, c'mon