Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten Jesus Pieces, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ten Jesus Pieces |
| God forgives, He’s so honorable |
| But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself |
| You will not have that luxury |
| I wake up excited, I made it through the night |
| Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? |
| My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick |
| She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs |
| I think I’m a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature |
| I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer |
| Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas |
| Ten chains, no luggage, I’m a big timer |
| Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding |
| My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing |
| On the block in my all white sneakers |
| Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces |
| Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong |
| My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem |
| Count mills for the times that we had it hard |
| Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God |
| I do this for my niggas facing hard times |
| Empty on them corners if you hustling part time |
| Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties |
| Rakim flows, coming from the far side |
| Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid |
| Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives |
| I pray for every soul that this music reaches |
| Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces |
| Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down |
| Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut) |
| Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga) |
| Shopping for them Os when the mall close |
| Repping for your homies when they all gone |
| Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit) |
| All black tees, ten gold chains |
| At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game |
| Ten years strong in the same trap |
| Ten years blowing on that strong path |
| Lord knows that I wanna live right |
| But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right) |
| Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand |
| Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band |
| Holding on the forty in his other hand |
| Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland |
| I do this for my niggas facing hard times |
| Empty on them corners if you hustling part time |
| Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties |
| Rakim flows, coming from the far side |
| Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid |
| Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives |
| I pray for every soul that this music reaches |
| Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces |
| I’m his poltergeist, niggas know I’m more than nice |
| All these jewels on, all boys are nice |
| I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster |
| Black card maxed out, damn black brother |
| White collar, black market |
| Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket |
| Eight shot, bitch I’m a top shotta |
| Screaming your affiliations, but that don’t matter |
| I’m flyin' first class as the snakes slither |
| Never blackmail a motherfucking killer |
| On trial and they wanna execute me |
| It’s really sad, just the fact they never knew me |
| True G to the core, feel my texture |
| A true G keeps it raw in his lecture |
| Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers |
| Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces |
| I do this for my niggas facing hard times |
| Empty on them corners if you hustling part time |
| Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties |
| Rakim flows, coming from the far side |
| Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid |
| Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives |
| I pray for every soul that this music reaches |
| Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces |
| Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest |
| Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean |
| Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean |
| Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best |
| And I was so impressed that I went and got ten |
| Now I’m stunting on these niggas cause I couldn’t back in |
| Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum |
| And I wear them all at once, I ain’t trying to match them |
| I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner |
| Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda |
| Now my strength is up and I’m dangling chains off my shoulders |
| But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed |
| For the reason that I rhyme |
| And they say, cause I’m Muslim I shouldn’t think about the shine |
| Or even put it in a rhyme |
| It’s better things I could talk about or put my money towards |
| But for now, I’ma wear these ten chains and floss |
| I do this for my niggas facing hard times |
| Empty on them corners if you hustling part time |
| Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties |
| Rakim flows, coming from the far side |
| Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid |
| Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives |
| I pray for every soul that this music reaches |
| Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces |
| We untouchable… |
| Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora |
| estoy trabajando con el jefe. |
| My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, |
| because now I’m working with the boss |
| Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende? |
| I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me? |
| Vi muertes… vi muertes… vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio, |
| con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle. |
| I saw deaths… I saw deaths… I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school, |
| with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets |
| Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia |
| otra mentalidad. |
| Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero, |
| ser rico para siempre. |
| And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had |
| another mentality. |
| And when I arrived here I understood my purpose: |
| make money and be rich forever. |
| Dios perdona, yo no. |
| God forgives, I don’t. |