Oh, yes, there will be blood Burn at the stake, bitch, hoe I'm not the one that you should fuck with, no I lost my soul up in the mosh pit, cunt And you are just another fuckwit, so why you talkin' shit? I hope that you choke on the vomit in your throat Bitch, I hope that you end up in a motherfuckin' hole At the day that you die, I bet no one's gonna cry No one's gonna shed a tear, you are just a fuckin' nonce Hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix, crucify the lunatics I hit with the crucifix I was talkin' to the priest and asked him, "Do you have some dope?" He said, "Fuck yeah, bitch, I got like fuckin' 50 pounds of dope" "Bitch, I feed it to my nuns, and then I feed it to my bluds" "Wash that blood all over floor so I can fuck them in the nuts" It's the last supper, motherfucker, eat your plate You know Jesus not the type of bloke that you should disobey Put your life, some soda, pepper, coke or Pepsi, lemonade Bitch, you can't have everythin', but you'll never see the game (that's your flame) London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down London Bridge is fallin' down, my fair lady

Another fish head in the dustbin Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen Another reason for a visit We think you'd better come down Another negro on the woodpile Another honky on the dole Another trip from off the 15th floor The greatest story ever told Was so wrong, so wrong 'Cause you promised milk and honey With an everlasting life And we listened with our ears closed And a blindness in our eyes But we heard them as they nailed you And we saw you crucified The second coming of the Holy Ghost We need a pocketful of miracles Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The Second Sitting for the Last Supper Supper, Supper Another Guru in the money Another mantra in the mail An easy way from rags to riches God's little acre's up for sale The time is right for ressurection We think you'd better come down The church don't ring with hallelujahs (Hallelujahs) You haven't been for so long So long, so long Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The Second Sitting for the Last Supper Supper, Supper

Supa Good We 'bout to get 'em high (High) This time is my time, we 'bout to get 'em high (High) We 'bout to get 'em high (High), high (High) We 'bout to get 'em high (High), high (High) Supa Good in this bitch, the 'Wood in this bitch 'Bout to school these niggas like only I could in this bitch Here by myself and I still got the whole hood in this bitch Claiming new stomping grounds, gon' leave my whole foot in this bitch Ankle-deep and it's painful My handkerchief is a spangled banner With the blood of black sons of slaves, uh Painting people's depictions Won't be no sequel, afflictions Made me the true nigga that I am today, uh Did my homework in class Walked the halls with no pass Eleventh grade, I had it made, held my balls when I laughed My older brother sang and SiR chose to ball for his pass I chose to get perfect grades and catch fades in the grass Seven Gang was the clique, it wasn't no Blood or no Crip Was more like fraternity ties mixed with bare knuckles and clips My big homie saw something in me, said fuck hitting licks and pistols Your test scores gon' hit the lick with pencils, teaching credentials I never got 'em, they said wasn't a problem I sent that application they said, "You start tomorrow, where else We gon' find a nigga black and fluent in Spanish? Might as well use it to our advantage" I went right back to Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood I'm from Inglewood (Inglewood), Inglewood Inglewood High (Inglewood, Inglewood) From Inglewood ('Wood) Inglewood ('Wood) Inglewood, Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood, Inglewood Inglewood High

What if I used to be a president in a past life? With a match and a pipe And a top hat in the back of ride In a chariot, chasin' Harriet through the night I barely get sleep, my karma owe me much drama Men are sheep, I sold three last summer A black back ain't exact until it got stripes Beat that boy 'til he collapse Tease that boy, make him fight his brother Make him hate his mama, make him blame his father, you Follow the rules and they always gon' do what they do Never revolt, never rebel, Willie Lynch taught us just how to sell White lies to these black lives And if you train 'em, then they act right But whatever you do Free like my energy (Don't ask why) Free like my enemies Free like the soul of my homies Free like a sinner, yes, I'm free Yes, I'm free I am free like my paradigm Shifting my state of mind Listen to my creator Make sure that I stay aligned Yes, I'm free ¿Quiúbole, carnal'? (My brother) Me pueden poner en cadenas (They can put me in chains) Me pueden encarcelar (They can lock me up) Pero no me pueden atrapar la mente (But they can't trap my mind) Lamentablemente han tratado de hacer esclavos de mi gente (They tried to make slaves of my people) Pero del corazón hay un fuente (But from our heart runs a fountain) Corriente (Flowing) Siguiente (Continuing) Sí se puede (Yes, I can) Si Dios quiere (God willing) Vamos What if I was to leave some evidence? Like a crack pipe or the shell of a nine Milli' or a philly with plenty of my saliva 'Cause I hit the blunt one too many times Blood, we can hit 'em up They got four, five racks in the safe And they don't come back 'til it's late Plus I got another three in the mattress by the atlas Put us on the map with the cake, yeah At least that's what we thought No, not me, nigga, we get caught? Yeah right Then peeking out the window A nigga see them red and blue lights, oh shit Bro, we gotta go, nigga, no shit Hit the back road, clear the whole fence But in the process A nigga dropped the whole four-fifth And they circled the block Free like my energy (I got caught) Free like my enemies Free like the soul of my homies Free like a sinner, yes, I'm free (Plus that canine tore out half my calf) Yes, I'm free (I don't know how to do this time) (I guess I better ask my dad, so pass my past) I am free like my paradigm Shifting my state of mind Listen to my creator Make sure that I stay aligned Yes, I'm free Ayy What if I was to need some medicine for my lymph nodes? I'm a pimp with these hoes My bitch gave me kiss and my neck was swole I was in the studio next to Smoke And the big homie BJ said, "Boy, get that checked out" Guillotine flow, don't stick your neck out Nigga, I'm chis', I spit that best out But I ain't tryna be stretched out So I went up to Kaiser, my surprise was the diagnosis What? Cancer? I'm 22 plus when I spit, I'm dope as shit I went through that chemo' and radiation Stem cell transplant, the patients Next to me in they 80s I'm just a baby Free like my energy (But now my soul is free) Free like my enemies Free like the soul of my homies Free like a sinner, yes, I'm free Yes, I'm free I am free like my paradigm Shifting my state of mind Listen to my creator Make sure that I stay aligned Yes, I'm free God is so good, so good, so good God is so good, so good to me God is so good, so good, so good God is so good, He's so good to me

Yeah Super Good Mmm Listen Summer in the wintertime Smoke back on this beat, act like it's dinnertime Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold my heat in case I have to throw that in the river after sinner time Uh, I'm good, I'm good, I swear, I'm good, I ain't losing no sleep I'm hood, I'm Wood, I'm where I wanna be, see no defeat I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that piss the vultures off The culture's in good hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync Uh, Justin Timberlake Seized planet, now good karma on my dinnerplate I played thе backup actor, actively soaked up that after my acumеn, ruder master flew to interspace Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you Uh, shame on Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you can't put the blame on Nobody but who you see when you turn candleflame on And that window stain show reflection, please refrain from Projecting to protect you from accepting your name tarnished Bitch, you ain't farted Think you the shit, really this shit ain't for the faint hearted Think you've been hip, then take a two piece to your brain target Think you've been slick, the truth defines you reclining, you so lethargic Run that fade if you hate Uh, juice box, squeeze that Minute Maid, bust a grape Uh, rooftop, see, that chain is lame if it break Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed Put the Glock away and sock on they face, show your pain if you brave (Brave) Oops, I done did it again if you late Uh, roots run deeper than Hussein, who rang? I rock two chains, who bang? I block two lanes, Wu Tang Hop out and swing, true king, ask 'bout me Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you Far more than the minimum Finish him Throw hands, swing back like a pendulum To knock that racket, no Wimbledon In a long-sleeved Pendleton Where the palm tree, palm leaves give me shade Even when the fray leading brigades defending the innocent Threw pops in the penitentiary, incidentally, all his sons grew up to be gentlemen With a knack for the penciling Could scrap with the best of them Put one straight through your chest for them Boy, you ain't got no business fucking with these family ties, on my life, it's about to be a— Wait (Hold up) Boy, we don't leave no witness, word to Guinness, every record that we wrecking toting pistols It's incidental Two times for niggas that ain't gon' lose Three times for niggas that break wrong rules One time for niggas that paid those dues Listen, if you ain't getting it, then shame on you, on you Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you Seven figures, put my gang on too Fuck it, if you don't get it, it's a shame on you