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[Verse 1:] You probably wanna hear me spit bout cash Bout my chicks and the clips I'm a whip out fast Bout my whips, what I sip in a crystal glass You love this which makes the crucifix sounds bad But I don't trip, I let my light shine inside I work for Him everyday like a nine to five I'm gon ride with Christ, man to crime I died And for Him I get busy like my line was tied You probably wanna hear drugs and thugs Fun with bub and ya boy looking for love in clubs But nope! I already found some love above And we don't have to get smashed cause the Son was crushed You just might wanna hear about some major dough If that's the case move on, I preach the Savior bro I don't flow to boast of toting heat and pistols But to reach you and lead you to read epistles [Hook:] You might them folks that spit bout smoke and the clip they tote But we gon give you that truth Even though some bored when we talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war We gon give you that truth You might want that cute tees and Timbaland boots 22's and coupes But we gon give you that truth We ain't talking bout change we liftin up His name, to die is gain Letras de cancionesWe gon give you that truth [Verse 2:] How do you like your hip hop music? Some like it holy, some like it polluted Some like a clique like the 116 That'll spit even if they don't make one cent I refuse to lie like most of these cats That do influence lives when they boast in they raps And make dudes choose lives where they toting the gats But Jehovah's where my hopes in I focus on that No sir, we don't rhyme bout guns and knives We look to Christ so we got the Son in our eyes So we can't but spit bout Christ Most hearts are cold that's probably why they spit bout ice This our life, submitting to the Spirit inside us We like some urban Spurgeons and lyrical Pipers We ain't got no songs spitting game to no girls But we preach da truth "Welcome to our world" [Hook] [Verse 3:] They like, "Where the guns at dawg, where the weed at? " We like, "Kill that homeboy, we don't need that" Forget about the dough, 44's, and gats We been saved by the blood we gon boast in that And point folks to the Father, I hope they hear me flow And He brings them out of the grave like the thriller video Really bro I hope He uses the truth I spit And I don't care if I don't never get a Billboard hit We know the world might boo our tracks And would rather us pack it up and move on back But until I die, for Christ, yeah ya dude gon rap And glorify Him with my life, spit truth on tracks I bring Christ to blocks, I spit Christ in spots But girls I don't wanna see you drop it like it's hot From Letras Mania