Da God
(feat. Sadat X, Buckshot)
[Intro: Sean P, Sadat X]
[Sean P:]
Peace God
[Sadat X:]
Peace peace peace...
[Verse 1: Sean P]
Ayyo, who the fuck beatin' the God... peepin' the God?
Groupie hoe from the show, wanna sleep with the God
Wanna late-night creep with the God
Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, count sheep with the God
She like: "Ruck, could you skeet in me, God?
Hell no, hoe! You must think somethin' sweet with the God
Don't try to get deep with the God
Don't try to conversate ' holdin' hands down the street with the God
She thinkin' about leavin' the God
I don't care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug's
Even ma squad say: "She be deceivin' you, God
She's the eightieth, she ain't even believe in the Gods."
"Fatal Attraction" bitch got heat for the God
So I backsmack the left-side of the cheek on the broad
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind
[Hook: Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head "“ gone is your bread
With no church we pardon the dead
All praise to AKs ' coffins,
When God in the spot you see the devil often
You scared? Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em
Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!
[Verse 2: Sadat X]
She say she wanna get with the God
Then get slick ' try to slit me, Lord
You might think that I'm hard
Give us free like "Amistad"!
Now, these dudes tryna beat the God
Like I ain't live up the block with a murderer squad
Now, these dudes is supposedly hard
But they ran to police when I pulled the rod
The actions of my calalry - broad
But I have 1 jail pass "“ one last card
Who in the street with the God?
Got a hundred grands, you can eat with the God
Yes, there ain't nuthin' sweet with the God
Gotta come a lil better, took a P with the God
There is a evil to God
40 in ya face leaves your snore piece charred
Dig out your pocket, snatch a lil award
Give half to Price 'cause we peasant of God
[Verse 3: Sean P]
I heard y'all niggaz bad speakin' to God
Damn! That's fucked up, it wasn't like that last week with the God
Y'all niggaz wanna clap heat at the God
I ain't singin' shit "“ I'ma let the gat speak for the God
If your shit fat then get on a track with the God,
If your shit wack you can't get on a track with the God
Fuck I look like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type
Missy on the chorus, the song is wack with the hook type
Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be outta ma goddamned mind
Everybody wanna rap like the God *pff*
Go outta town ' grab the pound ' sell crack for the God
You ain't gotta do that for the God
All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the ??? crack for the God (Pee!)
[Hook: Buckshot]
The arm-leg-leg-arm-head "“ gone is your bread
With no church we pardon the dead
All praise to AKs ' coffins,
When God in the spot you see the devil often
You scared? Go to church!
You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!
Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em
Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!
[Outro: scratchin']
[Sean P:] "Everybody wanna... rap with the God"
[Sadat X:] "Got... ta come a lil better, took a P with the God"
[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes
But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind"
[Sean P:] "The God"