Gospel Gangstas - Maybe If lyrics

all my life i walked, stuck in the dark thinkin brothers that went to church had to be marks (??) no hearts, though i had it twisted like french braids it takes a man to serve God, this aint no kid's trade i got Saved and the devil wept i wear respect to street formances as pertainin to my ghetto rag (??) i was a shooter in my former life hoo-ride now can i make a G slide to the bright side mm, if anybody can do it then you can do it Tic well if i can do it then its done and im a do it quick (why) 'cause im a doer, never seen a one truer than me, 'cause this is O Double G now you see, i got a question, but really you need to ask yourself how do you refuse to come to Christ when He can give you help but yet you stay, you catchin case after case lookin left and right, up and down, when the answer's right in front yo face maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) whats crackin, step back and peep it like a G (like a G) maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) Satan tryin to twist em, dropped in the system let Christ set you free (set you free) attention, OGs open your ears up and all busters stop up your ears so you cant hear us 'cause its only G talk, when we talk and by faith with deliverance how we walk until now ive been known to hit knees but one time can i break it down for the Gs i left a stain so you'll never forget my name i worship the Slain, now all gangstas aint the same see some bang, some slings cain, some shoot some fight, some pray and fast, some smoke root some claim Crypt, some hustler, and some buy root some serves Tweed, and some serves God like i do once was blind, but now i see, i know i did it to greed, now freeze the Gs and blow (??) life into the hood, mourn for those that died do's a genocide, still with one to five (??) look at chea chorous on the real though dog, i used to slang and bang but from homie to homie, dont even try to gang 'cause one brotha be down, one brotha be s**as and the other half bustas im not down with k**in brothas 'cause its k**in me and im not the one to contribute to your conspiracy lift your eyes, check a nize, and stop now (??) 'cause satan wanna see the dead, are locked down (??) or if he keep us on crack, then he got us knowin if we toppin the purpose, he cant stop us (??) to pen is what i need, the truth and funk is what i get you with (??) the rhythm we givin, so they can learn from what we live thru blacks k**in blacks, blacks sellin blacks crack now when we gone see some unity in our community ?? when the Gs hit they knees and get they pray on until then homie stay strong on the rist (??) chorous today, we done forgot about our makage as pleasure (??) but think bout gettin our rhine on, everybody gettin they grind on men hustlin women, and women hustle men men hustle for skins, and women hustle for they mens to the left, homie missed it with that set trip in 96, half the projects read about yo chips G wise, lets get our lives prioritised and then start to raisin our hands, and shapin our eyes maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) whats crackin, step back and peep it like a G (like a G) maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) a brighter day, a better way for you and me maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) whats crackin, step back and peep it like a G (like a G) maybe if, you would lift your eyes and see (maybe) a brighter day, a better way for you and me maybe if you'd lift your eyes and see, yeah maybe if youd peep it like a G (like a G) (O Double Gs, in the hizzouse, 9 6) lift your eyes and see