Gospel Gangstas - Tha Holy Terra lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Solo] Yeah, My homeboy's back Ready to break you off again like pat pat like that You know what I'm sayin? Ain't no playin, We prayin, That's how we sprayin Wit them 66 books, Devil look [Ha ha ha ha] Here we come You can't get me son Um, The one, Mr. DJ Dove Back, Givin big love, Showin you what's really goin on Ha, Comin too strong Yo, Dove, Serve em! [DJ Dove] You better run for ya life Devil, Yeah I'm talkin to you clown Cause when I catch you on the streets I finna break you down But you heard about the anointing and you won't come near it So, Like my God, I'ma crush you by his spirit Punk busta, You're nothin but a mark My fist to yo chin'll put yo lights out dark And then i'll still proceed to bank on ya Or pull the sword of the spirit i'll proceed to drop a shank on ya Cause that's what my people is famous fo I ain't that ese you wanna have knockin at yo do Hopin I got yo devil bu*ts at home Cause if ya open up, It's 66 rounds to the dome It's on, I'm skinnin ya to the bone I'm takin you down and comin to get you like Stallone Straight packin and jackin and crackin ya skull just like a hollow point You demonic dummy, This is a gospel joint So heck naw, Don't make me no deal For God, I stand real just like my homeboy Chille Chill And it ain't no use in layin low Cause sniffin you out'll be my road dog Mr. Solo And if you wanna learn the real meaning of the word thang Watch 'em pray and fast and drop those spiritual thangs I gaurantee you'll drop dead Cause Tik Tokk'll drop click clock all upside yo forehead It's like I said punk we gangstas No I haven't been down forever But better late than never Punk, See I never consider myself a cholo Now I'm claimin Jesus Christ, That's me barrio I'm comin strong, Think I'm crazy? Man, I'm gizzone The flesh is dead, Holy Spirit runnin through my head Pero a tan tis gana dsamo vasa corret Es sportu vato loco steelo Christo loce vaso ved DJ Dove, The costa rican that you'll remember forever As the holy terra [Outro: Mr. Solo] Ha ha ha ha, My dog in the house I told you, Ha ha, Yeah, Holy terra Comin at ya, Leavin ya stiff just like a statya You know what I'm sizzaying? Finna blow up in the nine-fizzo Comin through the do', We was on our way in the nine-trizzae Like Tik Tokk said, You know Pimp them keys, Ese Scratches ''The Holy Ghost in his soul'' [Mr. Solo] Yeah, Cuttin wit the Holy Ghost in his soul, Baby More scratches [Mr. Solo] Another bomb from the holy terra productions So you betta pray about it I'm centro