Jus Allah - Important sh** lyrics

Jus Allah, Lord Jamar, Agallah on the track n***az (yeah. oh sh**.) Chorus: Aiyo, yo This is that important sh**, f** what you heard This is?? hot and scorch your sh** 'Till all you rappers put deep thought in sh** Make me wish I never bought your sh** It's a wrap n***a [2X] [Verse 1 - Lord Jamar:] Yo, I'm runnin' thru the Mosque with four devil's heads in my hand I want the bu*ton for???? and a ticket to the Holy Land I got bullets that'll turn you to a holy man Your blood remind me of a turtle as it slowly ran Watch you curdle and?? These hot rocks, will have you jumpin' over hurdles like it's track and field Packin' steel for my personal jihad You said when you died that you hope that you see god What as me god, G-O-D god Lord Jamar, Jus Allah, who we be god The last sight that you see on this Earth Before you layin' with your dick in the dirt I'm fiction to hurt, we're divine evils Rebel like crime is legal These mothaf**ers got a spell that blind the people Climb the steeple to the top, break the cross off Stab it thru the priest heart [Verse 2 - Jus Allah:] Yo, who the f** drank my blood I have to write my name on my jug It's the only thing I crave when I want to unplug I'm about to f**in' buck, hand me a dutch If I would've known I had to k** again today I would've skipped lunch We tossin' down blood like this sh**'s punch I'm piss drunk, I want to drink more Take the car with the big trunk Lord Jamar, and Agallah, we sick f**s We eat until there's nothing left to scoop up It ain't a graveyard, we can't spruce up Will need a f**in' bigger space in two months Fill with mothaf**ers that you knew once I wouldn't advise f**in' around, it wouldn't be wise But how would you know, you haven't read the book in your life You fool, everyday it's like I have to destroy It's cool, I get paid doing what I enjoy It's nothing, more that come the more that die I need more, good souls come in short supply [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Agallah:] You know you 1 in 12 son, you ain't god body You go to jail, n***as be like he ain't hard body 85 of that are scarred of the truth And scarred of the proof He ain't gangsta 'cause he rockin' the coost Be easy my youth, track got lead He don't care 'cause he really will lock and shoot Po-po they got that too Drugs and rap, heap it man they watch that too I don't fish, but I do what I do You hear me son, this rap sh** is y'all queue I roll with a whole squad of n***as that is all???? And they whole job is to murder and k** y'all too You say it's Islam, I call it hoodlamics I keep it gangsta like the son of Allahsia Muhammed Smoke that good chronic,????????? And stay away from the F.B.I. [Chorus]