all my life i walked, stuck in the dark

thinkin brothers that went to church had to be marks (??)

no hearts, though i had it twisted like french braids

it takes a man to serve God, this aint no kid's trade

i got Saved and the devil wept

i wear respect to street formances as pertainin to my ghetto rag (??)

i was a shooter in my former life hoo-ride

now can i make a G slide to the bright side

mm, if anybody can do it then you can do it Tic

well if i can do it then its done and im a do it quick

(why) cuz im a doer, never seen a one truer

than me, cuz this is O Double G now

you see, i got a question, but really you need to ask yourself

how do you refuse to come to Christ when He can give you help

but yet you stay, you catchin case after case

lookin left and right, up and down, when the answer's right in front yo face





maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

whats crackin, step back and

peep it like a G (like a G)

maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

Satan tryin to twist em, dropped in the system

let Christ set you free (set you free)





attention, OGs open your ears up

and all busters stop up your ears so you cant hear us

cuz its only G talk, when we talk

and by faith with deliverance how we walk

until now ive been known to hit knees

but one time can i break it down for the Gs

i left a stain so you'll never forget my name

i worship the Slain, now all gangstas aint the same

see some bang, some slings cain, some shoot

some fight, some pray and fast, some smoke root

some claim Crypt, some hustler, and some buy root

some serves Tweed, and some serves God like i do

once was blind, but now i see, i know

i did it to greed, now freeze the Gs and blow (??)

life into the hood, mourn for those that died

do's a genocide, still with one to five (??)

look at chea





chorous





on the real though dog, i used to slang and bang

but from homie to homie, dont even try to gang

cuz one brotha be down, one brotha be suckas

and the other half bustas

im not down with killin brothas cuz its killin me

and im not the one to contribute to your conspiracy

lift your eyes, check a nize, and stop now (??)

cuz satan wanna see the dead, are locked down (??)

or if he keep us on crack, then he got us

knowin if we toppin the purpose, he cant stop us (??)

to pen is what i need, the truth and funk is what i get you with (??)

the rhythm we givin, so they can learn from what we live thru

blacks killin blacks, blacks sellin blacks crack

now when we gone see some unity in our community ??

when the Gs hit they knees and get they pray on

until then homie stay strong

on the rist (??)





chorous





today, we done forgot about our makage as pleasure (??)

but think bout gettin our rhine on, everybody gettin they grind on

men hustlin women, and women hustle men

men hustle for skins, and women hustle for they mens

to the left, homie missed it with that set trip

in 96, half the projects read about yo chips

G wise, lets get our lives prioritised

and then start to raisin our hands, and shapin our eyes





maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

whats crackin, step back and

peep it like a G (like a G)

maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

a brighter day, a better way

for you and me

maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

whats crackin, step back and

peep it like a G (like a G)

maybe if, you would lift

your eyes and see (maybe)

a brighter day, a better way

for you and me





maybe if you'd lift your eyes and see, yeah

maybe if youd peep it like a G (like a G)

(O Double Gs, in the hizzouse, 9 6)

lift your eyes and see