Ron-Loc - #PsychologicalDetoxification" #PreachersOfLA #DissRecord lyrics

I can feel you pussy niggas
Looking at me sideways
Bet the 50 cal strap will hit
Him from a block away
Automatic head shot any time me
Or my killers spray
God cross ya mind knock him
Off wile the nigga pray
Reverin I don’t think the
Church gone save you
Niggas selling dope while they
Mammas come pay you
Constantly war ing with devil
Cause I love GOD
I got it with the ones on earth
Who call they self taking charge
I really read the bible, I can see through
You, put that choppa on his ass
Really see through you
Label my kind with demons cause I
Never look or speak to you
Do him like he do the church Stick
Up and say the bills due
Muthafucka I don’t really wanna smoke you
Mind your crooked ass business and
I’m a mind mine too
The same preacher told his crowd
I had a foul mouth
Was fucking my grand mamma
Inside my grandaddy house
While he was married to my auntie, Oh now
I know why niggas ain't fucking with me
Waiting on me to
Turn around so they can stick a dagger in me
Like the old neighbor you slept so close to
Right there arms reach killers?
What the fuck fool, boss
And black tone the only niggas on my album
Reallest
Niggas I know, a peace sign a count them loc
Subliminal ass nigga i ain't
Throwing punch lines
I point blank range RPG mine
Cause you never had beef in any
City, mamma kept him so close
He talk his lips will touch her titty
I Bang Gangsta Rap like
It's the California card
You caught a dope case
And everybody disappeared
You was snitching in a cell with
A wire in it, Every body in
The streets know been did it
He got his chest poked out
Acting like he feared
My own family shot and missed, Bet I won’t