[Hook: Unknown Singer]

Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)



[Killah Priest]

I see demons in the atmosphere

Gats appears out of nowhere

Blood and crips be thuggin it

Niggas be lovin that shit

Bustin they guns to that shit

Look at shorty over there

On the street corner, packin heat on him

Better warm em, bout to be dead soon

I saw the sign in a red room

Nervous, what? our purpose?

So many churches asked the reverend

Do blacks get to go heavens

Pack da gat for Armageddon

Mac-11, know where headin

Selling crack since seven

B.C., L.K., Neatha

From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy

Got my momma on her knees by her bedsides

A man walked in with a suit and a necktie



[Chorus: Unknown Singer]

Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days

Asking for Christ to come, and change our ways

Cold in the night chasing the light

O Father forgive us for what we done to you



[Goldie]

Mind slippin, gotta focus

What you think I was, in and out when I wrote this

Coming from a race of people that? hopeless, copeless

Things seem like they never change, it? strange man

It? like the night brings, pain afflicting my brain

Damn man, trying to maintain, my my my composure

Puffing on dosher, feel like the hearts getting colder

Black P stone solider knows ya, follow ya then fold ya hold ya

Uh, if you chose to bang with me hang

With me do ya thang with me, but I see angels see

Flying through my mind crying doing time



[Judas Maccabee]

Dear Father, forgive me for what I done

Live by the gun die by the gun

Screaming bloody murdah, murder and more murder

Red rum red rum

Monster like Coby

You don? know me I? a O.G.

You try to pop me I? a pop you

Ready to d