Young Buck - Heavenly Father lyrics

Damn man, erything was all good today
Now this muh'fucka wanna get behind me
(woo! woo) , what the fuck
Here we go again, same old shit
I aint goin this time! heavenly father!
(yeeeeeeeaaaa)
Someone gotta go mani'm too fuckin' dirty
(ayo, put that shit out nigga)

I was creepin, know I'm dirty as I wanna be
Eight 12's bumpin and tha police
Right in-front of me feelin like "Fuck it
Man them hoes can't touch me"
Harass me, 'cuff me
But still can't bust me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put my finger on the trigger
And let the window down anyway (Heeey)
See when tha gangsta looked the
Devil in his face
Demons get to tellin' him that
He can be erased if mentally they guide us
Then physically we strong
If every nigga learned to load a
Clip up on they own lick a shot
(BUCK! BUCK) Kill a cop (SO WHAT!?)
That's tha attitude we got
(Yea, they got us fucked up)
I can teach tha whole world when
It comes to survival shit
Im God's best friend and I
Ain't read tha Bible yet

Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!
I humble myselfas I bow to your throne

He was not thinkin' when he made his move
I don't know how many times
I forgave this dude
If I played cool then they
Gon' come right back
And if he take my life
I can't come right back
I put my strap right there
Whoeva close to me
He'll hit ya up, if ya run
Put a hole in ya knee walk him down
When I get to him turn his ass over
And watch a man cry 'fore I
Gon' 'n' put it on ya
I did it fo' a reason so He might forgive me
Besides this nigga was even tryin to kill me
Responsible for my actions I'm glad
That I did it my momma thinks it cool but
My dad ain't wit it (DANG)
My homies show me love 'cause
They felt this feelin'
They tried to warn me but I
Done tried to help for him (my bad)
And I aint even thinkin' bout
The time Im'a get
I'm God's best friend and I
Aint read the Bible yet

Heavenly Father! Creator of all things!
I humble myselfas I bow to your throne

You, gon eitha hafta riiide or
You gon hafta die it's goin down toniiight
Them shells about to fly
We come to take ya liiife
And send him on his way! YO! HEY

It's not a game man
I mean, I'm out here, I'm in these streets
Fuh'real! Pick up the phone
Accept penitentiary phone calls all that
Nigga I keep the projects' lights on!
You gotta love me, nigga! (Yea)
And I aint braggin'
But I done donated more fuckin
Money to the school system
Than ery' one of these
Country music superstars
Nigga, I am Cashville, Ten-A-Key
Holla (Holla, holla, holla)