Dawaun Parker - Blood of Christ lyrics

[Produced by Dawaun Parker] [Intro] We gonna let this motherf**er breathe for a minute It's still aftermath, it's still aftermath Now when I said we gonna let this motherf**er breathe I meant this motherf**ing beat is dead Were gonna preform CPR to bring that motherf**er back to life Now let that motherf**er breathe [Hook] Compton's my city, that motherf**er ain't never pretty Gave Pac life, them motherf**ers that k**ed Biggie Them motherf**ers that k**ed Biggie Them motherf**ers that k**ed Biggie [Verse 1] Notoriouses, bring that Benz in I'm about a dollar, n***a f** 50 Cent I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent I heard Lloyd Banks can't pay the rent I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc Sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot IPhone in my hand doing the forty whop That n***a looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs Looking out of my window I see forty cops Trying to serve me that subpoena, I'm on this Xbox 2 Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa Pa** to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether Yeah let me spit this ether Yeah yeah yeah, 'til it blow the speaker From eating Reese's Pieces to pulling guns out For that Little Caesar's Pizza All the way to jacking n***as for their Jesus pieces I'm God to you b**h a** n***as put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter [Hook] [Verse 2] f** with me, f** with me f** with me, n***a you stuck with me Forever and ever and ever Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne po' All the way in Belize with Kendrick's dick in his throat Good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city Nothing from Compton could ever be trash You hear that n***a voice sound like a dick in his a** He reminiscing, a Compton n***a's b**h in prison Used to be Christian, now that n***a Jew Can't step foot in America so what he gon' do P.Diddy's stuntman, Jackie Chan your a** through Hood pa** revoked, get your f**ing brains blew Blood on that yarmulke, now you really Piru Soon as they k**ed Biggie that man became you But you couldn't become him cause you were shooting at the roof [Hook] [Outro] I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck I said I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck Let that b**h breathe, let that b**h breathe This my motherf**ing city Five motherf**ing albums The Documentary, cla**ic Doctor's Advocate, cla**ic Everything in between that sh** and Jesus piece, cla**ic Them muf**in grams, [?] Chop it up, rock it up Do whatever the f** you gotta do to get yo muthaf**in paper Shoutout to my n***a Dr. Dre He ain't ever gotta put out Detox, now that he got me and f**ing Kendrick And them muthaf**in Dre Beats you got on yo muthaf**in head That n***a made a billion dollars off a muthaf**in headphone Mad kid, bad city, yea