God has a plan and the Bible unfolds this wonderful plan through the
message of prophecy. God sent Jesus into this world to be our Savior
and that Christ is returning someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan
of eternity for my life and your life. As long as we are cooperating
with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior
unless the Lord does return in the next seven days, we'll see you next
time, here on this week in Bible Prophecy.
Makaveli:
Tupac don't front that Blasphemy in here.(Makaveli) Remember what my
poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me.
VERSE 1
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killas, strugglin',
known to hustle screamin' fuck they villans. Got advice from my father
all he told me was this, nigga get off your ass if you plan to be rich.
There's 10 rules to the game and I'll share with you 2. No nigga's
gonna hate you for whatever you do. Now rule 1, get your cash on MOB,
that's money over bitches cause they breath envy. Now rule 2 it's a
hard one, watch for phonies, keep your enemies close nigga watch your
homies. It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled,
picture jewels being handed to an innocent child. I never knew in my
life time I'd live be these rules, inniated as an outlaw studying rules.
Now papa ain't around so I gotta recall or come to grips with being
written on my enemies walls. Promise if I have a C, I'm gonna guide him
right, dear Lord don't let me die tonight. I got words for my comrades,
listen and learn, ain't nothing free take back what you earned. Gettin'
high than a muthafucka, bless me please, this thug life be the death of
me, come on, and I remember what my papa told me, remember what my papa
told me. Blasphemy!
Chorus
VERSE 2
We probably in hell all ready our dumbass's not knowin', everybody
kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin'. Put my soul on it, fightin'
Devil nigga's daily, plus the media be crucifin' brotha's severely.
Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga momma's a virgin. We got addicted had
to leave the bird's, back in the ghetto. Doin' wild shit, lookin' at
the sun don't pay, criminal mind all the time wait for judgement day.
They say Moses split the Red Sea, I split the blount roll it fat when
I'm deadly. Babylon beware, comin' for the pharoah schemes.
Retaliation makin' legends off the shit we did, still bull shitin',
nigga's in Jerusalem waitin' for signs, God comin', shit, just take his
time. Ha, ha. Livin' bottom now, why the water flow? I'm
contemplatin' plots, wonderin' the thought to go. Brotha's gettin' shot
comin' back ressurected, is this that raw shit, nigga chech it, and I
remember what my poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me.
Blasphemy!
Chorus
VERSE 3
The preacher want me buried, why? I know he a liar, have you ever seen
a crackhead? That's eternal fire. Why you got these kids thinkin' that
they evil? While the preacher being freaky you say honor God's people.
Should we cry when the Pope die? My request, we should if they cry
when we buried Malcom X. mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another
cop waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop. Memories of a past time,
givin up cash to the leader's knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed
us. In my brain how can I explain It's hard enough to live now in
these times of grief. They say Jesus is a kind man. Well he should
understand times in this crime land. My thug nation. Do what you gotta
do but know you gotta change, try to find a way out the game. I leave
this and hope God can see my heart as pure, is heaven just another door?
I leave this here, I leave this here and hope God can see my heart as
pure, is heaven just another door?
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