Swizz Beatz - The Gospel lyrics

[Intro: Method Man + Raekwon [+ Ghostface] Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Methtical's in a jam, oh how dry I am With St. Ides in my system Crack another I'm blessed, let's go get the next one And get over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam...](10606467) [Intro: Alicia Keys] Uh, uh, uh Sing [Verse 1: Alicia Keys] So we all got children, products of the ghetto Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin' Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke When the feds comin', everybody get shook Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys] The roaches and the rats, h**n and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts I'm tryna hit the top, cause' bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go back [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Sing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing) [Verse 2: Alicia Keys] Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live? If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids? It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight? I gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice [Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys] Roaches and the rats, h**n and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go back [Chorus: Alicia Keys] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Sing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) (Gotta sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) [Outro] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh (Sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gotta sing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (She's a king) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) And they sing New York City Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah