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Wyclef Jean - Peace God lyrics
Im only eight I got no choice but to sling crack Yo who you pushin weight for Dog I ain't no rat Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks With they mouth taped up Lookin like sittin ducks Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up What more small the market, Clef You get stuck up With what From a fiend I just bought a twenty-two Now it's funny you should say that Cause the gun looks bigger than you Now get your ass back in the house Shut up! From BK back to NJ Crouchin tiger style Let's go [Continuous Humming] Feel it Feel it Peace God Chorus Peace God You gave me the voice to speak, God Speak God Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard Peace God Peace You gave me the voice to speak, God Masquerade- my message to the streets, yall Repeat Yo peace God These words came from a revelation Whether you free or you going through incarceration Inhale, exhale herbal meditation Put the fire arms away Cause we don't want no confrontation Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork So, peace God, even through war we bring peace And after the blood shed then your first son deceased And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end The alpha, omega, the present, and the future So hold on to your winchester Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester Peace God, even though we ice the wrist Guzzle the fifth Protect us with a crucifix, Lord And bless me with an extra clip So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband Chorus x 2 Ay, yo peace God I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card I wasnt born this way it just came to be Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally Where the dealer was the president And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government And stick ups was only natural It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you Peace God Yo only God got the answer And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner You a big man now, the black Tony Montana But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies Until we meet again feel my words through my pen And stay pure in the city of sin Chorus x 2 Humming Chorus x 2 |
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