Ain't never much of the church type But I believe in the last I walk through almost every night But I it's a pathway Say boy, you doin' with your life With those on your face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I guess see when I head that way
To the father son and holy I hold you My best friend, friend Let the blow with your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best
I don't know about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible I put my for a woman on idle Because I got beat with my mama's But I learned from my Try hard to respect for what they believing in But if you spit on my fucking And wish me Hell then I wish you send you straight up to my best friend
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, friend Let the blow with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, please would you arm me with the To calm me when there's like Gandhi Could have the other way many times Could have Dalai with the lama but I squash my beefs when things seem to be decent recently But don't it It's Clint Eastwood looking for peace thought Maybe no finna the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be repenter for the people I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and Enta' the mind of a thick skin, but a short This of mine is thinner Than is when I Get attacked so I say somethin' back that might offend ya So if you don't like when I rap or what I have to say on the mic ya Might act just like quarterbacks And take a fuckin' hike when I snap I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) Plus and intestines And they been yes men They tell me when I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm givin' it less than I'm to vomit and I can feel it comin' Cause failure's something I can stomach And I only to my guts So unless you're my fuckin' belly tell me nothin' You ain't my (best friend, friend) Who ya think I'm 'bout? me up when I'm down and out Still look to him a doubt Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's never been a mouth Should have been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher now When I blackout, outage They powerless, but they crowd They tend to flock shepherds, the black sheep But I'll be the worst thing these motherfuckers ever herd when I'm counted out be D.O.A, they'll 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 at the hospital are gonna shiggy shock you back to life It's in piggy to revive you That's to the diggy doc Stiggy stoppin' is not an option, I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop I walk in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with Tupac in a suit to Proof Droppin' a Fill up a syllable like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the when you get sprayed up Sendin' you straight up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My best friend, best When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend Ye-eah...