Wyclef Jean, PROlific - Peace God lyrics
[Wyclef Jean, PROlific - Peace God lyrics]
I'm only eight
I got no choice but to sling crack
Yo who you pushin weight for?
Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the
Back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks
Well you don't look like a sittin duck
And your mouth ain't taped up
One more smark remark and Clef
You get stuck up with what
I'm a fiend i just bought a twenty-two
Now it's funny you should say that
Cause the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the house shut up!
From BK back to NJ crouching Tiger style
Let's go feel it feel it
Peace God peace God
You gave me the voice to speak, God
(Speak God)
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard
Peace God (Peace)
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade - my message to the streets, y'all
Repeat yo peace God
These words came from a revelation
Whether you free or you
Going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation
Put the firearms away
Cause we don't want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talking about you jerk
Cause when you die your life
Ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God
Even through war we bring peace
And after the blood shed then
Your first son deceased
And you will understand I'm the
Beginning of the end
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future
So hold on to your Winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate
Leather through your polyester
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me with an extra clip
So just in case one jam
Release my twin from my waistband
Ay, yo peace God
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I
Was dealt the wrong card
I wasn't born this way, it just came to be
Selling crack through a alley
Where the fiends rally
Where the dealer was the president
And the fiend was the voter so
They voted for the government
And stick ups was only natural
It seem every other day a
New gun pointed at you peace God
Yo only God got the answer
And sorry bout ya mom dyin' of cancer
But congratulations
I heard you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy
Trust me, I did sing for the Kennedies
Until we meet again feel my
Words through my pen
And stay pure in the city of sin
I got no choice but to sling crack
Yo who you pushin weight for?
Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the
Back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks
Well you don't look like a sittin duck
And your mouth ain't taped up
One more smark remark and Clef
You get stuck up with what
I'm a fiend i just bought a twenty-two
Now it's funny you should say that
Cause the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the house shut up!
From BK back to NJ crouching Tiger style
Let's go feel it feel it
Peace God peace God
You gave me the voice to speak, God
(Speak God)
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard
Peace God (Peace)
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade - my message to the streets, y'all
Repeat yo peace God
These words came from a revelation
Whether you free or you
Going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation
Put the firearms away
Cause we don't want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talking about you jerk
Cause when you die your life
Ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God
Even through war we bring peace
And after the blood shed then
Your first son deceased
And you will understand I'm the
Beginning of the end
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future
So hold on to your Winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate
Leather through your polyester
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me with an extra clip
So just in case one jam
Release my twin from my waistband
Ay, yo peace God
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I
Was dealt the wrong card
I wasn't born this way, it just came to be
Selling crack through a alley
Where the fiends rally
Where the dealer was the president
And the fiend was the voter so
They voted for the government
And stick ups was only natural
It seem every other day a
New gun pointed at you peace God
Yo only God got the answer
And sorry bout ya mom dyin' of cancer
But congratulations
I heard you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy
Trust me, I did sing for the Kennedies
Until we meet again feel my
Words through my pen
And stay pure in the city of sin