I dont need you to go on this is my religion I dont want to be alone I can find somebody new I dont need you to be strong this is my religion Took
fry it, don't shit my bed though It's a fallacy, I like meatloaf Im so fed so fed I'm green [x3] I gave my liver to the football team I don't do no,
richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
run It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh! Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the
wings an tell dem fi exit Cause no anti-Christ an naw gon worship Ay Selai for the righteous but di wicked affi perish With dem religion and dem whole
up from the grave The cross before, I'm on my way My heart is free, no chains on me Now is the time, now is the time for freedom Abandoned by cold religion, my
in peace! Cool! White Flag! White Flag! No War! No Guns! No Corps! Just life. Just Love No Hate. Just fun. No ties. Just me and my mind. Just me and my
we're being true On Occasion Avenue Mother, I dreamt of my last life (You'll never find what you left behind) Mother, I killed you with my knife...
Simple girl, simple girl I need you in the world, my simple girl Simple girl, my simple girl My simple girl, my simple girl My simple girl, my simple
velvet And shiny black eyes "She looks like a sleeper" Said my wife at the time She had curls like Delilah And a smile like the sun She held my poor corpse
for the love of the dollar They turned snakes on each other like my mother and father I beat everything, every angle, every agenda Many pretenders attempt to enter my
damn soldier Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter This is my gangsta religion See I aim with precision
hanger I strangeled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold Crippled and worthless so I thought it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my
my religion?s you When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his throne I?m ready for their stones. I?ll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands, Above my
top floor And I'll meet you there And I dont care if it all comes natural Your medical prescription -- baby get ready now This is my religion 'Cause tonight
bitches! If it's money over bitches, then I'm preachin' my religion. Cause this game that I'm livin', 'bout as cold as my wrist is If you know my paps
slow niggaz minds with ???? It's evident, Feds mess up paid ya residents We all for livin', heavyweight Firm division Mine, I check mine ?Iaswines? is my religion
