Lloyd Banks - They Talked About Jesus lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Hello? Hello? Anybody know what G-Unit is? 50, where the f** you at, n***a? [Hook: Young Buck](Lloyd Banks) Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us (They talking) f** it, they talked about Jesus (Still hating) Yeah, they hated on Jesus (The real waiting) They talked about Jesus This one here is for all non-believers (They talking) f** it, they talked about Jesus (Still hating) Yeah, they hated on Jesus (The real waiting) You know they talked about Jesus [Verse 1: Young Buck] I could care less about a rapper and his entourage I don't give a f** about a Phantom, it's not in our garage Quick to take a project b**h to a Travelodge f** her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge Dirty n***a, but all my dope clean though And I got fishscale for sale, f** you mean ho? You n***as crack under pressure; Tim Tebow The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go Still with the sh**, still searching for a kilo I'm the reason why these n***as peeping out their peephole [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Wouldn't dent a armor at them n***as all together Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller 'gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather With my kush up in the hall of fame Cavemen, break out your ball and chain I'll orchestrate the walk of shame Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in You never did; you out here regular; y'ain't got one heckler I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, click clack [Hook] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Fishscale paid the bill, I ain't never been broke Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic My BK n***as, man, I feed them hammers My connect only speaks Spanish Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, full bricks then vanished Jump in the Martin Vanquish Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster Turn my Clippers jersey inside out Feed n***as with long spoons running their mouth Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that “Mike Trout your legs, overseas pussies, y'all loving thots Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot [Hook]