Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven or Hell, artist - Lecrae. Album song Real Talk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.10.2006
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Heaven or Hell |
They tell me «'Crae murk the track» |
Hurt the rap |
Naw dawg, let me pose a question to you |
«Have you heard of my Dad? |
«Purchased us back, put man’s curse on his back |
I worship for that, it’s my whole purpose in fact |
Purple and black, is how we looked I’m certain of that |
And man I cry when I think of how the Curtain was cracked |
But He rose in three days, that’s a pertinent fact |
And since He created to save me, I serve him for that |
I read His Word all the time so He stay on my mind |
Flesh rise all the time so I stay on the grind |
When it’s time to go to Heaven I don’t pray I’m in line |
I’m a hundred percent positive I’m waiting for mine |
Ain’t no ifs, ands, or buts, who’s or what’s |
You walking away from Christ, man you losing touch |
Take away your? |
man you doing too much |
The world’s feet rush into evil, pursuing they lusts |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |
Some of y’all got it twisted |
Hell, why risk it? |
Life, can be fixed through Christ, I’m a witness |
And I don’t care about 5 mics or a hit list |
I’m getting kinda used to gettin' dissed as a Christian |
Let’s get one thing straight, |
Out the gate, I’m the type of dude to put a slab of truth on your plate |
And I don’t care if ya heard it twice |
I ain’t trippin' if you just left church, ya heard of Christ |
Let me tell you what was holdin' me |
Six hours on the Cross while His Holy Blood flowed for me |
What you know about a sacrifice? |
When you step off the throne for the same one that snatched your life |
Man, let me tell you dawg Christ is real |
Without Him you got nothing, |
You’re living off of life’s appeals |
Make Him Lord in your life |
Cause y’all in Death Row talking bout ya kinda like that deal… |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |
Hey yo, I might have to bleed for this |
I’m not ashamed of Christ, there’s Romans 1: 16 for this |
And I don’t care if I’m blinded dawg |
Everytime I trip and fall, I just be reminded dawg |
And you call yourself grinding dawg? |
You can served more birds than churches |
But you still dying dog |
I don’t care what city you from |
Whether from the suburbs or from the slums but Christ still gon' come |
And matter of fact, if He come now |
You can be a six-eight, heavyweight, but your knees gon' bow |
Ain’t no telling Him to ease on down |
And when the trumpet sound |
And everybody see that ground |
I don’t care about fame and wealth |
Put my God on a shelf? |
Naw Dawg I’d rather hang myself! |
Forgive me if I can’t contain myself! |
Cause if YOU DIED, and didn’t hear the Gospel, than dog I blame MYSELF! |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |
I hope that y’all listening well, there’s only two places to dwell |
And if you representing the first, I pray you’re representing well |