Church For Thugs
[Verse 1] 
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided 
Corn rolled by a L.A. [bad word] 
And I can't forget 
My niggas riding the train Yankee [bad word] 
Thermals under that Pelle [bad word] 
I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. [bad word] 
And I'm proud of it 
Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it 
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down [bad word] it 
I can 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 your forced to die for your colors 
I seen it all through the Range tints 
Got niggas doing life in the state pen 
So I dread like Jamaicans 
If I die for one of my statements 
Than break up the streets [bad word] and spill my blood in the pavement 

[Hook] 
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 
Talking that [bad word] like they goin lay me down 
And then [bad word] 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 
Talking that [bad word] like they goin lay me down 
And then [bad word] through strapped to see what's up 
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal 

[Verse 2] 
Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write 
Get my Reebok deal done 
Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's 
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike 
To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels 
Let's roll 
Through the city of god 
Where LA niggas train to kill 
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will 
For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie 
Dre we to close aint no turning back homie 
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years 
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah 
Let me paint this picture 
While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the [bad word] yeah 
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a [bad word] off the 5th tier 
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear 
And every [bad word] who ever helped me get here 

[Hook] 
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up 
Talking that [bad word] like they gon lay me down 
And when [bad word] 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 
Talking that [bad word] like they gon lay me down 
And when [bad word] through strapped to see what's up 
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal 

[Verse 3] 
One brick, two brick 
The boy moving weight 
Now three bricks, four bricks 
I'm driving upstate 
Five Bricks, six bricks 
The [bad word] got cake 
Not rap money, but money been rap since ?88 
Look at the world we live in 
Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch 
Leave him chopped up like freddy's face 
Niggas catching feelings 
Cause I'm about millions 
And outta all the [bad word] out, my flow's the illest 
You a close second [bad word]  
banana to a guerilla 
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?em 
The best of both worlds 
Rapping and [bad word] dealing [bad word] and tell the chief I came to burn down the village 
The head honcho, staring out the third story window 
Of my Beverly Hills condo 
With two long [bad word] heats 
I call ?em Shaq and Alonzo 
You niggas want me outta L.A. 
Yeah I know 

[Hook] 
Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up 
Talking that [bad word] like they gon' lay me down 
And when [bad word] 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 
Talking that [bad word] like they gon' lay me down 
And when [bad word] through strapped to see what's up 
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal