8Ball, MJG, Swizz Beatz - Thank God lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, Swizz Beatz - Thank God lyrics]
Comin hard for ya
We doin this right here man givin it back
Alotta thugs in the street
Can't even do this right here man
But, you know how we do
Hold it down, get it right, keep it tight
And most of all we thank God
For my three sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing
Air into my lungs
For health and wealth and lots
Of love for myself
The chances in life to take the right steps
I done popped that thang
And I done been popped at
Stole, cheated, and lied
Survived when I could have died
Or somewhere locked up, my niggas locked up
That's why I pray to you
Say what I say to you
Thank you for Swizz Beatz
To him you bring the heat
He brought the heat to us
We burn the streets up
Thank you for family and everyone
That stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down
And gettin to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin
Material things make me
Thank you for givin me the
Talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my
Niggas live after gunplay
Thanks for forgiving me
Cause I don't do this every day
I thank God!
For lettin me make it out the club
That night all that fightin
And shootin jumped off we thank God!
For lettin me make my money on the block
And get away when it get hot, uh
We thank God!
For them babies with them mommas
Who don't love 'em
And they have to grow up, fast we thank God!
For everything, all them little things
For givin me my dreams, know what I mean?
I thank God for havin a mother and a father
To rely on for guidance
When circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole race who thank God
For being able to be free
And leave the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me
The understandin to acknowledge him
Notice his footsteps and follow him
I'm walkin today, I'm talkin today
I'm feelin today
But on top of that I'm livin today
And, I thank God because he
Gave his only child
Would you give your only child?
Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin
Me my baby daughter a roof over her head
And fresh clean drinkin water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to love
So all the love I give, I get back major love
And, I thank God for givin
Me all the blessings
To put a little piece of what
We all think into this message
For all the times I thought I
Was in the worst situation
That I could be in
God helped me see in, them cloudy times
Them, "I wanna get rowdy" times one of them
"They tried to bring the devil
Out of me" times
I thank God, for keepin my mind solid
And I respect my elders
If or if not they went to college
And, thank you Lord
For makin my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't feel like I
Have to kill to pay the bill
I was blessed to be a story teller, CD seller
My niggas be them shady fellas, chasin yella
Greedy with they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who rise easy, talkin freely
Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and think that I don't, get around
The rumors and the talkin all
It do is bore me trick I done been through
A true Holly-wood story
Yea, Eightball, MJG swizz Beatz
Know wha'm sayin just wanna thank God
Simply, with the talents
That he blessed us with
Thank him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things that make us strong yeah
We doin this right here man givin it back
Alotta thugs in the street
Can't even do this right here man
But, you know how we do
Hold it down, get it right, keep it tight
And most of all we thank God
For my three sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing
Air into my lungs
For health and wealth and lots
Of love for myself
The chances in life to take the right steps
I done popped that thang
And I done been popped at
Stole, cheated, and lied
Survived when I could have died
Or somewhere locked up, my niggas locked up
That's why I pray to you
Say what I say to you
Thank you for Swizz Beatz
To him you bring the heat
He brought the heat to us
We burn the streets up
Thank you for family and everyone
That stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down
And gettin to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin
Material things make me
Thank you for givin me the
Talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my
Niggas live after gunplay
Thanks for forgiving me
Cause I don't do this every day
I thank God!
For lettin me make it out the club
That night all that fightin
And shootin jumped off we thank God!
For lettin me make my money on the block
And get away when it get hot, uh
We thank God!
For them babies with them mommas
Who don't love 'em
And they have to grow up, fast we thank God!
For everything, all them little things
For givin me my dreams, know what I mean?
I thank God for havin a mother and a father
To rely on for guidance
When circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole race who thank God
For being able to be free
And leave the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me
The understandin to acknowledge him
Notice his footsteps and follow him
I'm walkin today, I'm talkin today
I'm feelin today
But on top of that I'm livin today
And, I thank God because he
Gave his only child
Would you give your only child?
Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin
Me my baby daughter a roof over her head
And fresh clean drinkin water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to love
So all the love I give, I get back major love
And, I thank God for givin
Me all the blessings
To put a little piece of what
We all think into this message
For all the times I thought I
Was in the worst situation
That I could be in
God helped me see in, them cloudy times
Them, "I wanna get rowdy" times one of them
"They tried to bring the devil
Out of me" times
I thank God, for keepin my mind solid
And I respect my elders
If or if not they went to college
And, thank you Lord
For makin my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't feel like I
Have to kill to pay the bill
I was blessed to be a story teller, CD seller
My niggas be them shady fellas, chasin yella
Greedy with they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who rise easy, talkin freely
Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and think that I don't, get around
The rumors and the talkin all
It do is bore me trick I done been through
A true Holly-wood story
Yea, Eightball, MJG swizz Beatz
Know wha'm sayin just wanna thank God
Simply, with the talents
That he blessed us with
Thank him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things that make us strong yeah