Still Preachin' - T-Bone Comin straight from the Westcoast killin fields In the Bone Corelone pimpin keep it real You know the deal corn braids and the thug appeal Street slang make the hits that the thugs feel Demons nudge grill When they hear my scoped Aimed and I shoot to kill And haters jealous Cause I'm saggin for the dollar bill Platinium crushed ice and its all real Gospel hip hop got it locked still Who do you think it was sprinkled the game Wit Westcoast Gospel rap Plus a brim and a cane Street slang and a message that they couldnt contain Taught you bout the streets And the way that they banged Cocaine methinphedamines Gin and tonic remmy martin Hennessey sherm chocolate tie and the chronic Blood Crips Eses M 13 Parues Zou bous no rules and county blues Ya'll Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Im still rippin and kickin flippin and Spittin lyrics that got you thinkin Trippin grippin your Bibles Diggin jus to see whats written Invision pawin in prison livin in the Worst conditions makin desiscions Wit conviction for the One that's arisen see my mission Is to give visions to the ones that listen like catacisim But the ones arrested for vandalism It's your desiscions Eternal prision or you can Except what the Lords given What's that Your sins forgiven See I'm tryin to get you walkin through the Pearly Gates And save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes How do I do that By askin the Lord to forgive you of all of your sins And then turnin away from all of Your wickedness and not turn back And start walkin on the straight and narrow Get the Word inside of your temple Until it's dwellin in your bone marrow No more packin a gat in the back of a lack Attackin and smackin a crackhead wit a baseball bat Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still makin g music for the cold killers Gangbangers convicts pimps playas Weed smokers and them drug dealers Cap peelers thiefs felons and those guerillas And drug lords over seas stackin big skrilla And still the same ain't nothin changed Street raps altar calls and proclaim the name Never was a shame of the One who was slain On the dirt and all the pain Bleedin wit nails in His hand Jus to save me from the burnin flames Amazin Grace He took my place Paid the ransom then got my sins earsed And now words can't express What I feel inside of my flesh Every breath is given God glory until my death See I'm blessed beyond mesasures Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures Spinnin Lexus' changin the world preasures So that heathens that were grieven theifin Can now believin that Jesus bleedin was for a reason Because of what I'm spittin Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks grindin on the streets Hustlers servin caine g's pullin hit 404

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