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[FTF]Oh what you think you`re fire proof in that studio boothLike you can`t burn forever teachin these children how to shootBehind closed doors, you worser then Adolf HitlerBut when it comes to the reala, you just a studio killaPlayin cap peela, just to fill your record sellsNot knowin you leadin a whole generation to hellI got a story to tell, bout this Dude I never knewThe Wody was crusified on the Cross for me and youAnd out the sky blue, the Wody rose from the deadForgiven His enemies even though they bust His headMy eyes bloody red, as I turn the next pageThe Wody said from off top, through HIM I can be savedThe Wody had to be the Son of ManSo much power so much love in His hand, you know what I`m sayinAnd I`ma roll wit the Wody`s plan, you know what I`m sayinCause ain`t no love in this cold land, you know what I`m sayinWe were all made to live eternal, you know what I`m sayinI ain`t burnin wit them demons cornell, you know what I`m sayinEverbody wanna be the big man, you know what I`m sayinBut only GOD hold the world in His hand, you know what I`m sayinThe Daddy dont believe that song, you know what I`m sayinCause gangstas dont live that long, you know what I`m sayin[Chorus]Oh what you think you`re fire proof in that studio boothLike you cant burn forever teachin these children how to shootThugged out, drugged out, just to fill your record sellsNot knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell[2x][FTF]Who can I trust wody, only the man up aboveAnd killas poppin the slugs, tryin to crack my coffee mugThey showin no love, cause the demons be full of hateI push the Word like weight, cuttin demons like cakeFrom stake to stake, my dogs hungry for a plateIm gonna feed a millions thugs wit a loaf of bread and my faithSay the LORD is great, dont play no games stay in lineYou gon get your time to shine lil daddy, respect my mindYou rappin that death, like I ain`t never been through crime aBeefin in New Orleans I had to isolate my mommaPraise the Lord I made it out that night warMy homies in graveyards, down town press pauseTimes was hard, we stand in line for the deadLike killas become framers in hoods from bustin headsLive by, Die by thats the code of a souljahEither you rollin wit JahovahOr get your head burnt off your sholderIn that wild Magnolia, Satan playin for keepsEvery week a dead body rapped up in bloody sheetsI don be through the fire and touched the bottom of the seaLeadin souljahs to Christ and tossin the empire seeYou better pay attention, these words be real comin out my mouthHeaven be up North wody, and hell be down southWhat cha talkin bout, that place be hotter then a stoveWorster then old parents, prision on top in the drovesLife wit out parole, that revalation unfoldsWody they really got a place, grab the toe of your soulLike whoa[Chorus][FTF]So many rappers from New Orleans, offf the top startin to ballinRappin gangsta stories, kidnappin to you hualinBustin dealers heads, slangin crack up in the domeRunnin wit grave fillas, leavin brains on sidewalksAnd no chokin wody when you slippin up in that boothThem boys be quick to shoot, them boys be bout that lootRappers die by the packs, cause young thugs be tottin choppasSurrounded by yellow tape, nosie people and crime stoppersI can see the picture, the 3rd war catty-oMurders to funerals, drugs to calicosPolice wit equipted minds, little children wit Tech-9sEverybody diein, but still livin the life of crimeMaybe GOD will rough you up when you stuck in the hoodAn automatic will take their lives, thats why they think its all goodSo many rappers rap that murder, but never do they learnBut when the fire gets to hot, they ain`t willin to burnThey think they fire proof, ya heard me

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