Come straight from the West Coast killin' field  Its tha Bone Corleone pimpin' keep it real  Y' all know tha deal  Corn breads and tha thug appeal  Street slang, make the hits that thugs feel  Demons guard ya grill  When they in my scope aim then I shoot to kill  And hater's jealous cuz I'm stackin' hundred dollar bills  Platinum, crushed ice and it's all real  Gospel hip-hop, got it locked still  Who you think it was sprinkled tha game  Wit' west coast gospel rap  Plus a brim & cane  Street slang and a message that couldn't contain  Taught you about that streets and the way they bang  Cocaine, methamphetamine, gin & tonic, remi martin, Hennessey,  Sherm, chocolate tye and tha chronic  Bloods, crips, ese's, M 13, pirus,  So woos, damus and country blues      I'm still rippin it kickin flippin and spittin  Lyrics that got you thinking  Trippin', grippin' ya Bible,  Digging just to see what's written  Envision Paul in a prision  Livin' in the worst condition  Making decisions with conviction for the one that's a risen  See my mission is to give vision  To the one's that listen, like catechism  But to kids arrested for vandalism, it's your decision  Eternal prison or you can except what tha Lord has given  What's that Bone?  Your sins forginen,  See I'm trying to get ya walkin' through tha pearly gates  And save ya from tha lake of fire full of demon snakes  But how do you do that?  By askin' the Lord to forgive you off all your sins  And then turning away from all your wickedness and not turn back  Then start walking on the straight and narrow  Get tha word inside of your temple  Till it's dwelling in ya bone marrow  No more packin' a gat in the back of a lac  Attackin' smack and crack  Heads wit' a baseball bat!    Still making music for em' cold killas  Gangbanger, convicts, pimps, players  Weed smokers and tha drug dealers  Cap pellers, thieves, felons & em' gorillas  And drug lords over seas stackin' big skrilla  Its still the same, ain't nuttin' change  Street raps, alter calls  And proclaim the name  Never ashamed of the one that was slain  And endured all the pain  Bleeding with nails in his hands just to save me from the burning flames  Amazing grace, he took my place  Paid the ransom, then got my sins erased  And now, words can't express what I feel inside my flesh  Every breath is giving God glory until my death  See I'm blessed beyond measures  Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures  Spittin' lectures to ease the world pressures  So know heathens that's grieving, thieving  Can now believing, that Jesus bleeding was for a reason   Cuz the words I'm speaking    Hook-  Still preachin' that word  Wit' them banging beats  Reach thug out gridin' on tha streets  Hustlers serving can, g's pulling heat  But steadily we're reachin' em'  With the word 7 days a week    these lyrics are submitted by FF5 Fan