The Cancer - God In The Building lyrics

[Verse 1] It's hot like Hell in the south It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south So white boys tripping cause we iced out Cool as a cucumber hopping out A ‘73 Impala with the brains blowed out Let the robbers follow Swear to God, f** n***a, get your brain blowed out Your baby momma followed or your man shot down I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground Who'd have thought a n***a out a shotgun house Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow I'm the sh** cause I come from the bowels The guts of the city, ain't a n***a f**ing with me Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid That the listener will swear to God they lived it If that ain't God in motion, n***a tell me what is it? The church ladies weep when they hear your man speak They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets They ask me why I'm rapping, tell me I'm called to preach I smile, I kiss 'em on they honey brown cheeks I tell 'em God bless 'em and they concern for me But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be? Probably in these streets with me Peace [Hook] Came out the valley of the shadow of d**h Judas still got the knife in my back Devil's trying to give a G life for crack Haters mad cause I baptized my laugh Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there God is with me God is in me God is in me [Verse 2] To get to Heaven I will raise Hell But before I be a servant in white heaven I will rule in a black hell See the leader jumping out a black SL On the block like 'Yes, yeah, the truth here' Living reckless for a necklace and big chain The wages of sin is d**h not the chain gang Touch my chain, I bang bang bang Leader of the Grind Time Rap Gang mang We a squadron of God's marksmen Greek heroes, we the new Titans Young Achilles, n***a, I will k** these n***as No h*mo, I just don't feel these n***as Laid back seeing panoramic views It's a angelic view, the sky so blue Similar to my diamonds and they hue I pray my success is a torment to you God MC boy, ex d-boy Only thing real in a room full of decoys Angel wings got a n***a flying higher I hope my success burn you like hellfire I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh Torments your a** like a man possessed Be blessed Amen