Obie Trice - Chuuuurch lyrics

Semi on the couch
3 bullets up in the cartridge
Four runnin the house hopefully God
Can vouch for us we outlaws
Dropped out of school so momma trusting
The lord with some Ralph on
Identity crisis when the Trice's divorced
So the enemy's trifling like my pop
No remorse i outsource
Get the illest nigga on the block who
Will bust off a shot for him
Find a little spot, some hood home
Eighteen now, niggas getting they thug on
Gotta get this paper niggas
Getting they drug on
Haters see us caking know they
Gettin' they mug on
Homie losing focus, he don't wanna traffic
He pullin' pistols out on
Nigga's up in traffic
Jumpin' in they classics fucking
With the maggots got us looking hot
You know that end up being tragic
Tell a boy stop, I ain't got the audacity
I just wanna cop, he furious passing me
Know the streets watch but him
Nigga's is tagging me
Say you see O? That's where the car jacker be
Know I keep the mac on me
Living out here carelessly
Ended up burying I'm listening
To the pastor preach
Now I face his old earth
Askin' what it's worth my sons in the dirt
My nigga got me in the church

Thinking I'll fuck around catch 5
I'm up here in the church
Reading Psalm 4 through 5
Homie got me in the church
Look in the box he ain't alive
He got me in the church i'm in the church
Church

Mommy outta high school
Voided her college scholarship
She want higher knowledge afford
That mean she gotta strip
Round this bitch, taintin' her little purity
All she banking on is
Cartier's and some jewelry
Winning at the poles, hoes
See her body tough
No ass shots, mommy just get Pilates up
Why they wanna body her
Just for tryna make a buck
The Devil done embodied her
Now she don't give a fuck
Ain't about college now it's about a dollar
She turnt up, hottest in the city
Most popular ballers want a shot at her
Fly her out do shots with her
Non-stop shopping for the number
One ass dropper
But the Devil got binoculars
Homie got a wife he's
Stalking her through metropolis
Tryna get the drop on her but
She ain't contacted Joy from Cheaters
She paid boys with them heaters
Put her fucking cleavage beneath us
Make her family grieve know
The streets is devious
Birth name Eve, better known for her apple
Them nigga's blew tree then filled
Her up with ammo found her in the trunk she
Was missing for weeks
Made her an example for nigga's to cheat
Shorty was my peeps man may
She rest in piece fam
Obituary in here, let's take a seat
She got me in the Church

Thinking I'll fuck around catch 5
I'm up here in the church
Reading Psalm 4 through 5
She got me in the church
Look in the box she ain't alive
She got me in the church i'm in the church
Church

We ain't in the pew less
There's a body to view
Old folks say niggas irresponsible
If he ain't at the alter meeting our father
Most niggas say why bother
Unless it's life altering
Then we need Bishop to visit
Show us an see something different
Lost so many friends it's religious
They in a penitentiary that's
72 inches beneath believe in the creator but
Sunday's we gettin' paper
Funny how money come up
Before nigga's save ya
Some don't come up, sending out prayers
Ain't trying to preach just
Speaking on our behavior
We ain't in the church
Less somebody close hurt
Spirit leave the earth put his
Shell in the dirt
Shells scattered all over the turf
First 48 investigation's a blur
How that look as a murderer up in the church
Sitting next to the nigga
Mother I done murked demons get to working
Palms get to sweating and
Heaven's looking far fetched fuck
What the reverend say
Me I'm just praying man that
I keep a steady hand
When them Devil's is ready to start spraying
Take me off the lamb, RIP my brand
So my fans and family can see me land
Right up in the church

Thinking I'll fuck around catch 5
I'm up here in the church
They reading Psalm 1 through 5
Nigga got me in the church
Look in the box I ain't alive
I'm up here in the church i'm in the church
Church