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letra de honored - justus w/hogmob

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justus lyrics

justus-
h -o- g ok ok
h yah
o uh
g yah
yah
i spent the heat to the peak then i perspire throw some water on it doggon it this is fire!
my team got it poppin for jehovah sire
got the hood shouting praises like they singing in a choir
bring the mission to the block where they retire
square kids like spare ribs entire in mire cuz we fearless in the mire we like gustavo freeing with the spirit supplier
prior to living for the father we be funking with the block until the dome was leaking pasta
off a zone n some vodka we’d be leaving brothers buried and they’d never find them hoffa
yah -we redeemed and our papa be the king- he is abba -he’s the whole enchilada
uh- take some pheens make em proper we the clay he’s the potter we obey its an honor
ya -used to hide the millie in the sag feel the chillie in the mag hold the pillies in the bag -uh
now out the pocket swings a silky purple rag we burger with verbal swag the colonels eternal brag
we be the truth the front liners calling down the fire from the heavens we elijahs
so we can have a battle of the gods- jehovah reigns supreme he’s the captain of the mob. yah!

h (honored to be called a disciple)
o (only he breaks the cycle)
g ( go theres a story to tell. $
we the mob we the ones bring his glory to h-ll

h (honored to be called a disciple)
o (only he breaks the cycle)
g ( go theres a story to tell. )
we the mob we the ones bring his glory to h-ll

illuminate—
h-o-g m-o-b put it on g-o-d til i’m r-i-p. yeah
i’m 10 ten toes down in these streets and homey we can get it poppin but i’m praying for peace -riiiiight…
i am ready, willin and able – whether we layin some hands or we flippin some tables
baby i’mma rock me a cradle yeah they neva shoulda let a thoroughbred out of the stable
praying for peace but ready for war til they call me home i’mma settle the score. huh
but i ain’t tryin to yank on the 4 i hit ‘em with the 66 until they call on the lord. yeah
we mobbed out haul long the chord when i identify a life then i’m swinging a sword, yah
i count it an honor to serve christ if it wasn’t for his mercy homey , i coulda served life. yeah

h (honored to be called a disciple)
o (only he breaks the cycle)
g ( go theres a story to tell. )
we the mob we the ones bring his glory to h-ll

justus-
keepin it real as we enter the field ain’t no apology
we buildin colonies our bylaws theology
follow the prodigy- your body is quality following flawlessly i am honored he involve me in his odessy
we’s pimps, k!llers, hustlers, straight menance, crips, bloods, black panthers & white supremists, the blemish. now we shinin like a penny clean the grimey like a dentist
we relying on his presence
you still see us in the streets, we was thuggin, no mean muggin now we be lovin, bringing relief when we preach
so keep judging. you ain’t mobbing -you you ain’t moving- you sleep tucked in
i hear the father – he is calling me hourly
pick up your cross-count the cost- and follow me
all else is obsolete- toss it like some rotten meat. mortar for the father , til i’m gone i will not retreat

h (honored to be called a disciple)
o (only he breaks the cycle)
g ( go theres a story to tell. $
we the mob we the ones bring his glory to h-ll
yah

go ! theres a story to tell
we the mob we the ones bring his glory to h-ll. yah

- justus whogmob

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