Jim Jones - Religion lyrics

[Intro][Jim Jones] Some sort of a desperation some said It was like the money caught a hold of us and.. And we didn't have no other choice and when we couldn't get it It was like we would choose to rob and steal...or some of us would k** But this is what this life is about And we still going through it everyday...sh** [Jim Jones] This is agriculture I get cash with vultures The chain is frozen The gla**y sculptures The fastest culture From young I had a ulcer When I was povertated and hungry couldn't hardly make it Now the homes we buy and we got cars to play with And we roam the sky like gods our favorite And I'm clearer than your blu-ray Ahead you like a toupee All the sneaky hatin Keep debatin, I'll end you like today Will eat you like souflette Zoowoo...Eastside [Chorus] First million dollars Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 3 million 4 million Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 9 million 10 million n***as might lose it What wha-what wha-what Still going throught it Hit 20 M's life might change But this is why we play the game [Jim Jones] The desperation it had us going crazy Bread we chasin breakin' fast on the daily Old heads said you livin' fast like 80's I said for me it was the 90's I guess the 90's was my 80's sh**..got a thing for them fine ladies Pretty foreign whips make me get up on my sh**..sh** Pardon my french but I talk slick diggy Meet me at the event, New Yorks the big city Yall make movies we make the documentaries Yours truly left the j**eler dropped a century Huh..I told the dealer drop the Bentley GT see'em the G's we being Its he who be in The V's no key in The money the is the reason we keep tans off season Peel off speedin' Hand on freezin' Blunt up in my mouth Keep the handle out the reach'em [Chorus] First million dollars Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 3 million 4 million Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 9 million 10 million n***as might lose it What wha-what wha-what Still going throught it Hit 20 M's life might change But this is why we play the game [Jim Jones] Lord knows it ain't easy being Jimmy Speedin' up in Harlem while I'm leanin in the Bentley n***as think i'm ballin watchin n***as schemeing I hear these b**hes callin' but they just like n***as schemeing They just plottin' on another man riches I smothered up the wrist's rubberband on the digits The paranoia stay wit' a roast up on ya' Don't jump in the game without a lawyer Avoid police contact but please keep in contact No straight lines only use the bleep as contact Dip the bag money like we hypocondriacs And i'm washing up this paper like I got a laundry Is what raised us some n***as praised us Some beg to differ cause the street is what made us V's came in flavors The heat was our saviour The ice was all blue But my n***as is zoowoo [Chorus] First million dollars Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 3 million 4 million Ran right through it What wha-what wha-what Still going through it 9 million 10 million n***as might lose it What wha-what wha-what Still going throught it Hit 20 M's life might change But this is why we play the game [Outro] See this is why we play the game the MONEY Like I was saying before it was sort of infectious It was like uh..it got grab of us and we couldn't let go So now we stuck between a rock and a hard place They tellin' us to keep hope but But where's the hope at when we couldn't get a job..so We look at the drug dealers and the one's to look up to Those were our inspiration so We saw the fast cars, and the pretty b**hes and the j**els and that was all we knew See we was naive to the fact of real life until..until well until the streets came And now still the same game we chasin' Ain't that a b**h...don't marry her