FTF - Fire Proof? lyrics

[FTF] Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot Behind closed doors, you worser then Adolf Hitler But when it comes to the reala, you just a studio k**a Playin cap peela, just to fill your record sells Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell I got a story to tell, bout this Dude I never knew The Wody was crusified on the Cross for me and you And out the sky blue, the Wody rose from the dead Forgiven His enemies even though they bust His head My eyes bloody red, as I turn the next page The Wody said from off top, through HIM I can be saved The Wody had to be the Son of Man So much power so much love in His hand, you know what I'm sayin And I'ma roll wit the Wody's plan, you know what I'm sayin Cause ain't no love in this cold land, you know what I'm sayin We were all made to live eternal, you know what I'm sayin I ain't burnin wit them demons cornell, you know what I'm sayin Everbody wanna be the big man, you know what I'm sayin But only GOD hold the world in His hand, you know what I'm sayin The Daddy dont believe that song, you know what I'm sayin Cause gangstas dont live that long, you know what I'm sayin [Chorus] Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot Thugged out, drugged out, just to fill your record sells Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell [2x] [FTF] Who can I trust wody, only the man up above And k**as poppin the slugs, tryin to crack my coffee mug They showin no love, cause the demons be full of hate I push the Word like weight, cuttin demons like cake From stake to stake, my dogs hungry for a plate Im gonna feed a millions thugs wit a loaf of bread and my faith Say the LORD is great, dont play no games stay in line You gon get your time to shine lil daddy, respect my mind You rappin that d**h, like I ain't never been through crime a Beefin in New Orleans I had to isolate my momma Praise the Lord I made it out that night war My homies in graveyards, down town press pause Times was hard, we stand in line for the dead Like k**as become framers in hoods from bustin heads Live by, Die by thats the code of a souljah Either you rollin wit Jahovah Or get your head burnt off your sholder In that wild Magnolia, Satan playin for keeps Every week a dead body rapped up in bloody sheets I don be through the fire and touched the bottom of the sea Leadin souljahs to Christ and tossin the empire see You better pay attention, these words be real comin out my mouth Heaven be up North wody, and hell be down south What cha talkin bout, that place be hotter then a stove Worster then old parents, prision on top in the droves Life wit out parole, that revalation unfolds Wody they really got a place, grab the toe of your soul Like whoa [Chorus] [FTF] So many rappers from New Orleans, offf the top startin to ballin Rappin gangsta stories, kidnappin to you hualin Bustin dealers heads, slangin crack up in the dome Runnin wit grave fillas, leavin brains on sidewalks And no chokin wody when you slippin up in that booth Them boys be quick to shoot, them boys be bout that loot Rappers die by the packs, cause young thugs be tottin choppas Surrounded by yellow tape, nosie people and crime stoppers I can see the picture, the 3rd war catty-o Murders to funerals, d** to calicos Police wit equipted minds, little children wit Tech-9s Everybody diein, but still livin the life of crime Maybe GOD will rough you up when you stuck in the hood An automatic will take their lives, thats why they think its all good So many rappers rap that murder, but never do they learn But when the fire gets to hot, they ain't willin to burn They think they fire proof, ya heard me