[Intro: Dante]

Praise God

Why would you doubt the Church?

I belong here in Hell

Your prayers are worthless here

What is that sound? More demons?

[Verse 1: Ransom]

Always been vicious, never hired shooters

Fire Rugers, violent bruisers

Known to start riots and then incite the looters

Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers, high abusers

Life is easy when your top's down and you know you're dyin' ruthless

Apply the blueprint if you steal the streets, don't feel reliеf

I know, it's hard to get up for work when you sleep in silky sheets

It's 'bout time, thеre's always an opinion when niggas doubt mine

I shoot perfect from three, and they'll say you miss from the foul line

I get sick with these foul lines

The shotty erase ya thoughts and blow out minds

Your body get traced in chalk when it's outlined, huh

Whether you hate or love us, pray the judges take our brothers

Fools'll learn from mistakes, a genius learn from mistakes of others

Devastation, every phrase I utter shakes the gutter

Said to Satan, "Wait for supper

Whoever don't get a plate will suffer"

Hateful suckers, I am too cerebral for you foolish people

Too deceitful, a money tree can only leave roots of evil (Uh)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin'

Awful town, nigga caught up in

Not on ya side, you ordered in

I done went overboard with sin

You playin' games, think 'fore you slip that quarter in

Ain't no pain like the family kickin' ya organs in

Palace to raise my daughters in

Watch ya step for the screws I'm missin'

Cruel conditions, few collisions

Spinnin' blocks for superstition

Jake popped out, the coupe went missin'

Veteran, these fuckin' babies need supervision

I don't know what's worse now, the bullets or fuel prescriptions

Wannabes wanna confuse tradition, new cool sleeves, baguette'd legend

A masterpiece is a one day errand, .223s and 187s

Blew through G's, that bread's a weapon

Snooze through beef, your bed's in Heaven

Rule with peace, they'll double cross you

Few loose teeth a better present

Accurate stories don't take convincin', liars can't back and forth me

Back in Causley, you ain't seen nothin'

Hood taught us that since shorties

Back up off me, Gucci in traffic

One of you bastards saw me, platinum 40

Twenty years later, lookin' for caskets, call me

[Outro: Dante]

Forgive me for all of my wicked sins