Blood Of Christ

[intro] aye, duane we gon’ let this ma’f**ka breathe for minute it’s still aftermath… it’s still aftermath… chyeuh now, when i said we gon’ let this ma’f**ka breathe i meant… this ma’f**kin’ beat is dead, we gon’ perform cpr and bring that motherf**ker back to life let that ma’f**ka breathe [hook] compton’s my city, that motherfu**er ain’t never pretty gave ‘pac life, them ma’f**kas that killed biggie… them ma’f**kas that killed biggie… them ma’f**kas that killed biggie… [verse 1] notorious is, bring that benz in i’m a bottom dollar nigga, f**k 50 cent i heard tony yayo can’t pay the rent i heard lloyd banks can’t pay the rent i beat the g-unit out of 40 glocc sue me for 40 grand that same 40 get you shot iphone in my hand doin’ the 40 wop that nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 pacs lookin’ out of my window, i see 40 cops tryin’ to serve a subpoena, i’m on thix xbox 2 chainz voice, smokin’ that wiz khalifa somebody test that waka flocka, let me spit this ether yeh, let me spit this ether get, get, get, ‘til it blow the speakers from eating reese’s pieces to pointing guns, out for that little caesar’s pieces all the way to jackin’ niggas for they jesus pieces i’m god to you bitch ass niggas put that on matthew, pardon p! [hook x2] f**k with me? f**k with me? f**k with me? nigga, you stuck with me forever, and ever, and ever [verse 2] shyne po ain’t rich, shyne poor all the way in belize with kendrick dick in his throat good kid, mad city mad kid, bad city nothin’ from compton could ever be trash you hear that nigga voice? sound like a dick in his ass he reminiscing, a compton nigga’s bitch in prison used to be christian, now that nigga jew can’t step foot in america so what he gon’ do? p. diddy’s stunt man, jackie chan, your ass through hood pass revoked, get your f**kin’ brains blew blood on that yarmulke, now you really pieru soon as they killed biggie that man became you but you couldn’t become him ‘cause you were shootin’ at the roof [hook] i always wondered why puff wasn’t in that truck i said, i always wondered why puff wasn’t in that truck… [outro] let that bitch breathe let that bitch breathe this my motherfu**in’ city five motherf**kin’ albums the documentary? classic doctor’s advocate? classic everything between that shit and jesus piece? classic them ma’fu**in’ grams? past it chop it up, rock it up do whatever the f**k you gotta do to get your motherfu**in’ paper shot out to my nigga dr. dre he ain’t never gotta put out detox long as he got me and kendrick, nigga and them motherf**kin’ dre beats you got on your motherfu**in’ head that nigga made a billion dollars off of motherfu**in’ headphones mad kid, bad city!