J&Blinky G.O.D Is Whitey Lyrics

[B]
Listen n____z I'ma holla at ya this advise you like to rapsteady & eat ya rice and begg to your f___in Jay Christ Ya know I always play with loaded dice and like to make German Bithes say Shaise God stole yo soul cuz he is the biggest heist understand this s___ & I bet you'll feel nice told ya n____ Ain't no such s___ as God or Christ. Never trust this GOD cuz when I was a kid I was Freakin Bad that's why I know now and I'm f___ing glad the Good Old d___head gots ya f_____ soul corrupted that's why I'm tellin ya n____ neva forget the Good Old d___head is the biggest b_____ and if this s___ you don't get and yo eyes is still Blood Shed Then you deserve it ho' Here's yo IDIOT Badge b____ass Negro I can't take it much mo and with the help of my n____ Jo we're gonna kill this f___in ho cuz we both posses the Deadly Murder Hand weapo' now let me see ya b____es do your confesio' or asking for salvatio' the Good Old d___ehead's finaly dead yo
"Di - i - Ei - Di"
and Mankind mind is f___in free!
[J]
god's a maafakin b____ y'all n____s know that cept fo his most trusted snitch gettin endz and hittin skinz - we be facin no madafuckin glitch true brothers ain't believin this s___, we spit and kick j&blinky we da deffest s___, n____ we legit god's da biggest b_____ and if u add som scratch u approach the end of da maqtch there is no such s___ as jesus christ, that's a fake-a__ n____ 's biggest heist, as it's true chinese people eat rice. punk-a__ n____s make our brother n____s pay da price to d___ation! No donation no salvation no salvation no quality time receivation ei yo trip. fo all y'all white maafakas that sure's nice, right sic b______s? whachagonna du wit a black man and his maafakin crew, u wanna be them mastasz man, d___ y'all punk-a__ b____es scared to face them in da streets u bettea bring ya ho's, doughs and no cheats when ya got those listen to how it goes: "up with hope, down with dope" n____, ya ain't believin that smart a__ s___, cuz now follows: J&Blinky we true P-R-O-s fo ever hittin skinz wit them hoez, our party slows ya wheels like smokin cheeba while performin drug deals and bomb blows the B-l-i-n-k-y aksed me bout B ball? [B]who created da three point shoot line? And who da brotherss that neva fall .. from da sky! cuz once a broda jumps high ya fake-a__ coachez fry! don't cry! you'll ask why? cuz it ain't ya time yet to die. ain't be meesin wit them bad-a__ n____s they comit crime whatcha hearin is da illest rhyme, them n____s be smokin chronic in da projects even when rough gets time. Turn ya stereo on and put Big L in it! Listen to da precious hip hop beat! watch a basket ball match, listen to big l 's next track and soon you'll see that once ya've tryed black there's no goin back! Representin ma homie n____s!