Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church For Thugs, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 17.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Church For Thugs |
| Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey |
| What y’all fools know about perculatin' on lo-los? |
| Mics and six-fo's, nigga |
| Ha ha, no more hand claps, please, nigga |
| Here we go — Just Blaze! |
| To all my niggas on the porch gettin' they hair braided |
| Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch |
| And I can’t forget, my niggas ridin' the train, Yankee fitted |
| Snub nose under that Pelle shit |
| I love New York, but gangbangin' that’s L.A. shit |
| And I’m proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it |
| Haters you know who you are, you could turn it down, fuck it |
| I could shoot a video to it and spend half the budget |
| I’m gangsta, let the 40 cal' blow in public |
| More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker |
| Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer |
| 'Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors |
| I seen it all through the Range tints |
| Got niggas doin life in the state pen |
| So I dread like Jamaicans |
| If I die for one of my statements |
| Then break up the streets of Compton |
| Spread my blood in the pavement |
| Believe me, niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |
| Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |
| Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write |
| Get my Reebok deal done or I’m stayin' in Air Nikes, aight? |
| I handle bars, you ain’t gotta ride a bike |
| To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin' wheels |
| Let’s roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to kill |
| We’ll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will |
| For real, nah, Pharrell, I need a track, homie |
| Dre we too close, ain’t no turnin' back, homie |
| Deal with it, I’ma be here for ten years |
| Spittin' like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big, yeah |
| Let me paint this picture while you sit here |
| Thinkin' in the back of your mind, 'this is the shit,' yeah |
| I spit for niggas doin' 25 on their fifth year |
| Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier |
| Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear |
| And every nigga who ever helped me to get here |
| Believe me, niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |
| Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |
| It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin' weight |
| Now three bricks, four bricks, I’m drivin' upstate |
| Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake |
| Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight |
| Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate |
| 'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddy’s face |
| Niggas catchin' feelings 'cause I’m about millions |
| And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest |
| You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla |
| Put us in the same cage, and I’ma have to peel 'em |
| The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin' |
| Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village |
| The head honcho, starin' out the third story window |
| Of my Beverly Hills condo |
| Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo |
| You niggas want me out of L.A., geah, I know |
| Believe me, niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |
| Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up |
| Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down |
| But when I come through strapped to see what’s up |
| Niggas really don’t want no parts of me pal |