Texty:
Crucified G O D

chorus) G-O-D keep your eyes on God G-O-D and he won't steer you wrong G-O-D he'll show you the way G-O-D and you won't go astray garbage in garbage

all get more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C

Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that fund c.d

[Verse 1:] We're on the highway rolling to Californ-I-A Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us We must trust that G-O-D got our backs

D-Reck) [E.S.G.:] Now niggaz hate this, I make 'em freeze up like the Matrix When they see the bravas kit, on the grey six Double O, two triple O I'ma

cold heart sing Doing that hormone thing Crucified on your G-string Doing that hormone thing Blowin' out my O-ring Doing that hormone thing For you I'd

cold heart sing Doing that hormone thing Crucified on your G-string Doing that hormone thing Blowin' out my O-ring Doing that hormone thing For you I'd

(feat. Lil' Keke) [Al-D:] Much love CMB, O.G.'s no offense But red white and blue, ain't our residence Brainwashed from the start, put hate in our heart

because that feeling eventually Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d