On the Bible

Niggas in Missou ain't changed

Make ya have to let loose thangs

Have you ever seen a MAC-11?

New TEC-9 with the extension

HK, AK-47

Mayday, man down, call the reverend

I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings

Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings

Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings

Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings

I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"

Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture

And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya

I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!

I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga

With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga

I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne

That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop

So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind

It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop

Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles

Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel

If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish

The gun never loses, never give you the deuces

Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!

Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word

If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb

I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge

When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?

But a head stompin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?

Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga

Got a problem, what he really wanna do?

If you know like I know, then you know, true

And niggas make songs but they really don't do

What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot

He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now

Face to the concrete, nose to the ground

Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud

And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed

But a whole body down and a hole in the ground

Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down

Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough

Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough

And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up

Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft

Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys

I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes

Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies

How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times

I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines

Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time

I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies

For the low, all my niggas had it for the high

So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?

They should be them niggas, none of mine

I know Yo Gotti bout what he rap bout

I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house

Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ

Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki

Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead

Like disco, then a nigga went and showed me

Guess what I'm trynna say is, nigga, I don't know you

And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to

Haahahahahaha!

Man, we just killed a small village man

You know what I'm sayin'?

This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit