(feat. Sadat X, Buckshot)



[Intro: Sean P, Sadat X]

[Sean P:]

Peace God

[Sadat X:]

Peace peace peace...



[Verse 1: Sean P]

Ayyo, who the fuck beatin' the God... peepin' the God?

Groupie hoe from the show, wanna sleep with the God

Wanna late-night creep with the God

Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, count sheep with the God

She like: "Ruck, could you skeet in me, God?

Hell no, hoe! You must think somethin' sweet with the God

Don't try to get deep with the God

Don't try to conversate 'n holdin' hands down the street with the God

She thinkin' about leavin' the God

I don't care, it's up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug's

Even ma squad say: "She be deceivin' you, God

She's the eightieth, she ain't even believe in the Gods."

"Fatal Attraction" bitch got heat for the God

So I backsmack the left-side of the cheek on the broad

Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes

But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind



[Hook: Buckshot]

The arm-leg-leg-arm-head – gone is your bread

With no church we pardon the dead

All praise to AKs 'n coffins,

When God in the spot you see the devil often

You scared? Go to church!

You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!

Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em

Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!



[Verse 2: Sadat X]

She say she wanna get with the God

Then get slick 'n try to slit me, Lord

You might think that I'm hard

Give us free like "Amistad"!

Now, these dudes tryna beat the God

Like I ain't live up the block with a murderer squad

Now, these dudes is supposedly hard

But they ran to police when I pulled the rod

The actions of my calalry - broad

But I have 1 jail pass – one last card

Who in the street with the God?

Got a hundred grands, you can eat with the God

Yes, there ain't nuthin' sweet with the God

Gotta come a lil better, took a P with the God

There is a evil to God

40 in ya face leaves your snore piece charred

Dig out your pocket, snatch a lil award

Give half to Price 'cause we peasant of God



[Verse 3: Sean P]

I heard y'all niggaz bad speakin' to God

Damn! That's fucked up, it wasn't like that last week with the God

Y'all niggaz wanna clap heat at the God

I ain't singin' shit – I'ma let the gat speak for the God

If your shit fat then get on a track with the God,

If your shit wack you can't get on a track with the God

Fuck I look like? Y'all batch ass niggaz is the shook type

Missy on the chorus, the song is wack with the hook type

Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes

But this time I must be outta ma goddamned mind

Everybody wanna rap like the God *pff*

Go outta town 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God

You ain't gotta do that for the God

All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the ??? crack for the God (Pee!)



[Hook: Buckshot]

The arm-leg-leg-arm-head – gone is your bread

With no church we pardon the dead

All praise to AKs 'n coffins,

When God in the spot you see the devil often

You scared? Go to church!

You scared? Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts!

Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em

Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em!



[Outro: scratchin']

[Sean P:] "Everybody wanna... rap with the God"

[Sadat X:] "Got... ta come a lil better, took a P with the God"

[Sean P:] "Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes

But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind"

[Sean P:] "The God"