Ain't never been of the church type But I believe in the last I walk through Hell almost every But I believe a pathway Say boy, what you doin' your life With those tattoos on your Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I guess I'll see when I head way
To the father son and spirit I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the blow with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
I don't much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Belt I put my love for a woman on I got beat with my mama's belt But I learned my mistakes Try hard to respect people for what believing in But if you spit on my grave And wish me Hell then I you well I'mma send you up to my best friend
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your I can hear it My friend, best friend When you me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, would you arm me with the armor? To calm me there's drama like Gandhi Could have the other way many times Could have turned Dalai the lama but I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking recently But don't it It's like Clint Eastwood for peace thought Maybe no enta' the priesthood But at least should an attempt to show some remorse and to be some repenter for the people I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is Than twine is I Get attacked so I might say somethin' that might offend ya So if you don't like when I rap or what I to say on the mic then ya wanna act just like quarterbacks And take a fuckin' hike when I cause I'm a and I (Got a best friend, friend) balls and intestines And never been yes men They gon' tell me I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm ever it less than I'm about to vomit and I can it comin' Cause failure's something I can stomach And I only listen to my So unless you're my belly button Don't me nothin' You my (best friend, best friend) Who ya think I'm 'bout? Lifts me up I'm down and out look to him without a doubt Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's been a louder mouth have never been allowed a mouth Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, outage powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever herd I'm counted out You'll be D.O.A, announce but pronounce you dead when they sound it out So for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now all around you Not even a doctor's at the hospital are gonna shock you back to life It's in possible to revive you word to the diggy doc Stiggy stoppin' is not an option, somethin' I'm not do I'm the of hip-hop when I walk in the booth dog I'm the Biggie rockin' with Tupac in a suit talkin' to Proof Droppin' a Fill up a syllable clip a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I pull from to get my up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the gate you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, best Let the blow with your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best Ye-eah...