Im only eight

I got no choice but to sling crack



Yo who you pushin weight for



Dog I ain't no rat

Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks

With they mouth taped up

Lookin like sittin ducks



Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up



What more small the market, Clef

You get stuck up



With what



From a fiend

I just bought a twenty-two



Now it's funny you should say that

Cause the gun looks bigger than you

Now get your ass back in the house



Shut up!



From BK back to NJ

Crouchin tiger style

Let's go



[Continuous Humming]

Feel it

Feel it

Peace God



Chorus

Peace God

You gave me the voice to speak, God

Speak God

Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard

Peace God

Peace

You gave me the voice to speak, God

Masquerade- my message to the streets, yall



Repeat



Yo peace God

These words came from a revelation

Whether you free or you going through incarceration

Inhale, exhale herbal meditation

Put the fire arms away

Cause we don't want no confrontation

Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk

Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork

So, peace God, even through war we bring peace

And after the blood shed then your first son deceased

And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end

The alpha, omega, the present, and the future

So hold on to your winchester

Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester

Peace God, even though we ice the wrist

Guzzle the fifth

Protect us with a crucifix, Lord

And bless me with an extra clip

So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband



Chorus x 2



Ay, yo peace God

I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard

But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card

I wasnt born this way it just came to be

Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally

Where the dealer was the president

And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government

And stick ups was only natural

It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you

Peace God

Yo only God got the answer

And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer

But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner

You a big man now, the black Tony Montana

But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy

Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies

Until we meet again feel my words through my pen

And stay pure in the city of sin



Chorus x 2



Humming



Chorus x 2