Illuminate, Franky Bells, Datin, Bizzle - Thang or Two lyrics
[Illuminate, Franky Bells, Datin, Bizzle - Thang or Two lyrics]
Yeah, if I could just tell you a thang or two
Living the street life ain’t the thing to do
I done been there, trusted in a banger too
So that my dead homies I could name a few
Nah I’m a just let ‘em rest in peace
Now take heed and go be the best you can be
Spread your wings little daddy and
Fly off the streets
If you gon’ body anything homie then?
We united, we surrounded by hatred
And most of their worldviews
Are incredibly basic
So I hit you with the truth
To get you outta’ that Matrix
Speaking to your spirit man
It’s time to awaken!
I’m shakin’, like a blue nosed bully thing
Sixty-six in the clip equipped
With a fully thang
Yeah, it ain’t no way that
You gon’ fool me man
I survived the rain on the
Turf when them bullets rang
Now it’s Jesus over erry-thang, GI
Hit me with His love when I
Thought I was a BI
Knew that I was cold since a grasshopper
Knee high now I bang the light
This is Christ til’ I retire
I desire revival so I’m making disciples
No longer am I in them
Streets banging on my rivals
I’m banging with this Bible and
Praying on my knees
Worshiping my Saviour and following His lead
A mural marks the spot where a soldier falls
And as his homies pour liquor on the floor
He’s young and strapped enough to go to war
Cause the only way to they know to mourn
Is to avenge the bro that’s gone
It’s protocol to pack two
Straps like overalls
? and leave him leaking, laying on the floor
And as long as the street code is law
There will be no resolve
This is why the cycle keeps going on
So who will teach a thing or
Two 'bout the King of Jews
To a people that fight like they do
Not have a thing to lose?
Who will give ‘em the gospel before their
Finger is pulled on the trigger?
They can know Christ
But who will bring the news?
Who will provide the cure
In these sick times?
I live amongst the walking dead
I’m fighting til I see Christ’s church move
Bizzle!
See I could put you onto a thing or two
I just wanna see if you believe
What you say you do
You married to the block
She a? and she playing’ you
You loving her but all she ever
Done is middle finger you
She make jail birds outta’ hustlers
Fiends outta’ customers
Sold you a dream to get
Cream outta’ touchin’ her, huggin’ her
But when she get hot she kick you out
And let the Feds all up in?
Listen up boy, a sucker I ain’t never been
And I ain’t say I never sinned
I know that we all sick
Beggar to the President
I just know somebody up in
Heaven with the medicine
I just wanna see what a
Happen if you did that
I’m a go hard for the Lord
Til’ the death of me
Me? Putting God over money was the recipe
Bizzle
Living the street life ain’t the thing to do
I done been there, trusted in a banger too
So that my dead homies I could name a few
Nah I’m a just let ‘em rest in peace
Now take heed and go be the best you can be
Spread your wings little daddy and
Fly off the streets
If you gon’ body anything homie then?
We united, we surrounded by hatred
And most of their worldviews
Are incredibly basic
So I hit you with the truth
To get you outta’ that Matrix
Speaking to your spirit man
It’s time to awaken!
I’m shakin’, like a blue nosed bully thing
Sixty-six in the clip equipped
With a fully thang
Yeah, it ain’t no way that
You gon’ fool me man
I survived the rain on the
Turf when them bullets rang
Now it’s Jesus over erry-thang, GI
Hit me with His love when I
Thought I was a BI
Knew that I was cold since a grasshopper
Knee high now I bang the light
This is Christ til’ I retire
I desire revival so I’m making disciples
No longer am I in them
Streets banging on my rivals
I’m banging with this Bible and
Praying on my knees
Worshiping my Saviour and following His lead
A mural marks the spot where a soldier falls
And as his homies pour liquor on the floor
He’s young and strapped enough to go to war
Cause the only way to they know to mourn
Is to avenge the bro that’s gone
It’s protocol to pack two
Straps like overalls
? and leave him leaking, laying on the floor
And as long as the street code is law
There will be no resolve
This is why the cycle keeps going on
So who will teach a thing or
Two 'bout the King of Jews
To a people that fight like they do
Not have a thing to lose?
Who will give ‘em the gospel before their
Finger is pulled on the trigger?
They can know Christ
But who will bring the news?
Who will provide the cure
In these sick times?
I live amongst the walking dead
I’m fighting til I see Christ’s church move
Bizzle!
See I could put you onto a thing or two
I just wanna see if you believe
What you say you do
You married to the block
She a? and she playing’ you
You loving her but all she ever
Done is middle finger you
She make jail birds outta’ hustlers
Fiends outta’ customers
Sold you a dream to get
Cream outta’ touchin’ her, huggin’ her
But when she get hot she kick you out
And let the Feds all up in?
Listen up boy, a sucker I ain’t never been
And I ain’t say I never sinned
I know that we all sick
Beggar to the President
I just know somebody up in
Heaven with the medicine
I just wanna see what a
Happen if you did that
I’m a go hard for the Lord
Til’ the death of me
Me? Putting God over money was the recipe
Bizzle