| … Halleuah!
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| I want you to show right now how much you love God! |
| (yeah!)
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| I want you to show it’s your time!
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| I want you to open up your hearts!
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| …And open up your wallets! |
| (yeah!)
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| …And open up your purses! |
| (yeah!)
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| …And open up your pockets!
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| …And give it up!
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| Praise the Lord!
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| There it go
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| (One more time)
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| See they didn’t think I was gonna come back
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| Ya' know
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| (One more time)
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| Foolish mortal
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| Hundred-carat mouthpiece, boss game
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| Crowned prince of the street
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| Hustlers love me like I’m dope money clean
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| I’m God’s gift to pimp shit
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| There is no other than me
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| A prophet, a Mac Messiah
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| Turn water to Hennessey
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| With disciples that protect my title
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| With assault rifles
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| And rain ammo, 40 nights if I go
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| And I can see the Holy Ghost
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| When I light green dope
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| I am the son
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| The Father put me here to save square souls
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| Let he who is without sin
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| Cast the first stone
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| False prophets fuck you mind
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| And tell you ballin is wrong
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| If you wanna get bread
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| Gon' and get ya paper on
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| But give thanks
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| I’ll be your guidance in the world so cold
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| Break bread wit my niggas
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| Make sure we all eat
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| But I always knew that Judaist fool
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| Would double cross me
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| They didn’t give the sucka 13 pieces of silver
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| They sold the maggot dreams of platinum
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| And he bit, Stupid-ass nigga!
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| Can I get a witness, for Mac Jesus (I, I wanna)
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| Resurrected with the street Testament (I, I wanna)
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| So light the blunt and take a hit in my name
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| Now that I’m back, don’t you wanna be saved (I wanna be saved)
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| Mac Jesus!
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| Can I get a witness, for Mac Jesus (I, I wanna)
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| Resurrected with the street Testament (I, I wanna)
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| So get 'cha loot and never show no shame
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| Now that I’m back, don’t you wanna be saved (I wanna be saved)
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| Mac Jesus!
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| Now when the rollers came to get me
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| I was high as a kite
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| You see I knew this was my fate
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| I did not beg for my life
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| They stripped me naked
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| And made me wear rags
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| And murdered every man and woman
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| Who believed in Mackin-Ass
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| Told my followers I was phony
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| Mall don’t come with the raw
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| He ain’t the one and only son
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| Of Mac-Allah
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| Took off the rim I had on
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| Replaced it with a crown of thorns
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| Think they take me out the game
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| But man they really ain’t knowin'
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| Now as I sit on the cross
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| My fate is sealed, or so the thought
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| Told my mother save her tears
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| Cause this is world is lost
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| There I am next to a killer and thief
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| All because I laced the land
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| With G-A-M-E (the thief said…)
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| The thief said «if you the shit
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| Jump off the crucifix
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| You ain’t the kid of the Mac-God
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| How you be dissed like this?»
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| But the killer thought different
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| Knew my words was true
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| Said «I'm a sinner but I’m willing to change
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| If I could come with you»
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| I told him «Soldier don’t worry
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| I promise when ya pass
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| You’ll meet the King of All Mackin
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| And live life lav»
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| As I felt myself going a light hit my face
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| It was my father
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| Told me the struggles that I been through
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| Wasn’t a waste
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| Then I smiled and said «Pops
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| I’m ready to come home»
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| After I died they wrapped me up
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| And my friends and fans mourned
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| But Allah, motherfucker!
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| Cause seven days later
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| I’m resurrected to the game
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| To bless young playas!
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| Mac Jesus!
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| …And open up your wallets! |
| (yeah!)
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| …And open up your purses! |
| (yeah!)
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| …And open up your pockets!
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| …And give it up!
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| Praise the Lord!
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| Somebody’s been talking about me, talking about
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| I’ve been riding around in a Cadillac! |
| (What??)
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| If you love me, and you wanna give to me
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| Then I should be in a Rolls- Royce! |
| (Yeah!!)
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| I, I wanna
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| I, I wanna
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| I, I wanna be saved |