Текст песне : Killah Priest. Ghetto Jezuz.

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My dearly beloved brothers ye who cook coke to crack
Chop it sell it to fiends to make a profit back
Dealers gamblers and hustlers pimp ballers and players
Thugs thieves and killers let us bow in prayer
Our father who art in jail I shall be thy gangster
Thy kingdom of guns and thy will swing a razor
On the street corners as it is in prison
Give us gats this day and spray our daily lead
Who testify against us we pray they soon be dead
For thine is thy kingpin power and the glory
Forever more amen now pour out some 40s
For shorties 6 feet under hustlers and number runners
Surround our Ghetto Christ at the last supper
Tables of yayo cathedrals of kilos
Gangster bibles and Desert Eagles
Apostles with their liquor bottles
Bullets with tips that's hollow
Silencers that fit the nozzles, banana clip that follows
A gun aficionado the last Epistle's novel

[Hook:]
Ghetto Jezus... Let us all pray Ghetto Jezus...

His disciples
First there's Pistol Paul then there's John the Ratchet
Right across the hall two cats he sold his crack with
Along with gangster James the other killer Andrew
One like the Son of Man stood within the seven candles
With was a number spot raided by a hundred cops
But Ghetto Jezus stood there till a gun was shot
And there was a Murder Mark along with Tom and Phillip
They hung in the park
Talking 'bout stacking mills up along with Money Luke
Him and Peter Black the wild one of the crew
Never scared to squeeze his gat and there's the Nazarite
Shaking three pairs of dice kiss them said the Anti Christ
That's the crackpipe he blew on 'em rolled them on the corner
All his disciples got warrants
Crackheads that's the torment
Hell followed the horsemen
Jails crowded with lawmen

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