Gospel Gangstaz - Truth And Funk - 1568305 lyrics

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Gospel Gangstaz - Truth And Funk - 1568305 lyrics

You want answers ?? I think I'm entitled You want answers ?? I want the truth !! You can't handle the truth !! Dippin down the block, you think me got me glocked co*ked Cause the beats popped and me lyrics lick shots At your don boy, so you can say what you want But nevertheless the Double G's be givin 'em what they want the Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) We gives 'em what they want the Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) We gives 'em what they want For G's and thugs I got love, no need to pop a slug (how you war?) I pleads the Blood Fish tillin squirt, park a Chevy on the curve (??) They open to the Word, (yeah) especially when that herb (??) (Mr Solo) I stays real, so they know my testimony wasn't just baloney So now I'm prayin " Lord bless the homies " I had to talk to my pastor before I bailed out She told me " keep bringin hope to the streets, and don't never sell out " How can I compromise, when I got in go pop (??) When the only thing thats goin pop on my block is a Glock Brothas drop, not knowin the purpose of the Cross Guess you can say that I'm here and servin 'stead of lost See I ain't scared to show love to a Blood And I show ain't scared to flip the Holy Sript wit a Crip Yo, speed broking, when Mr Solo's loc'ing (??) I can plead the Blood, rebuking demons off of dope things (??) (Mr Solo) And oh yeah, Solo got love for the youth They look for answers in music, so I fills music with truth And they love the Homie Poet, cuz the Truth done made 'em free So I keep comin like a G, givin 'em what they W A N T Dippin down the block, you think me got me glocked co*ked Cause the beats popped and me lyrics lick shots At your don boy, so you can say what you want But nevertheless the Double G's be givin 'em what they want the Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) We givin 'em what they want dippin down the block, you think me got me glocked co*ked Cause the beats popped and me lyrics lick shots At your don boy, so you can say what you want But nevertheless the Double G's be givin 'em what they want (Tic Toc) They want somethin that can move 'em when they hangin the streets And when they rollin through the hood they want the banginest beats I keep the ba** low, rattle in they trunk wit that Gospel Funk And through they highs and millions I'm screamin " Jesus lives " (??) Once again Tic Toc is on the Reeboks Me crawl through my old hood, lookin for my old dog Most of 'em doin dirt, a lot of 'em hurt The rest of 'em probably never step a foot in Church So I take it on myself to bring the Church to them I grab my Bible, bless tall in my black brim (??) They know they chances of the Bible is slim But they gone maze the hood, brotherhood, the only thing that raisin them (??) He gave us hood up, but he really want Truth Bumped out, smokin on bud, wit his missin tooth I dipped sulpher, came real, homie stop the fake (??) He got Salvation and on top a that a proper take (you probably don't like it when I sing it) But the Bible brings Truth to my people, who gone bring it If I don't be (??) dippin down the block, you think me got me glocked co*ked Cause the beats popped and me lyrics lick shots At your don boy, so you can say what you want But nevertheless the Double G's be givin 'em what they want the Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) We gives 'em what they want dippin down the block, you think me got me glocked co*ked Cause the beats popped and me lyrics lick shots At your don boy, so you can say what you want But nevertheless the Double G's be givin 'em what they wantthe Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) The Truth (the funk) We gives 'em what they want (Chille Chill) Jesus is the Way, the Truth, the Life and I be givin it Stalkin when I walkin, not just talkin but I'm livin it And if He be the Truth, then at lost with the funk (??) I praise Jesus, I praise Jesus It's many Chille Chills, but the G is till as me (??) Keepin it real, so now I'm real as real can be Told you last album " come and chill with me " But you refused to, the devil used you Let's move to the next segment, Jesus is the Word, not crack So now I'm sittin on fact, wit a spiritual county sack (??) I got mine blowin on my hip thang (??) I got 'em twiggin on what I'm speakin and once a hit main (??) I gets 'em high off the Spirit, not bud I got a stick a healin, let me dip it in the Blood, wrapped in love It ain't nuttin I'm tryin to sell Freely I been givin so I'm gettin clientele You need a dove sack a Jesus, love ya, let me bring it to ya (??) Before I left a brotha half ouse a hallelujahs (??) A couple a hits and thinkin Jesus is a piece of herb I grab the whole bird a word, to serve (??) The truth, the funk, to make your bondages vanish I give 'em what they want and then I vanish They want the truth, the truth, the whole throughth, and nothin but the truth (they want the funk, they want the funk, no, the funk) They want the funk, the funk, the whole funk, and nothin but the funk (but they won't say, they want the truth, no) They want the truth, the truth, the whole throughth, and nothin but the truth