Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth

Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot

Behind closed doors, you worser then Adolf Hitler

But when it comes to the reala, you just a studio killa

Playin cap peela, just to fill your record sells

Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell

I got a story to tell, bout this Dude I never knew

The Wody was crusified on the Cross for me and you

And out the sky blue, the Wody rose from the dead

Forgiven His enemies even though they bust His head

My eyes bloody red, as I turn the next page

The Wody said from off top, through HIM I can be saved

The Wody had to be the Son of Man

So much power so much love in His hand, you know what I'm sayin

And I'ma roll wit the Wody's plan, you know what I'm sayin

Cause ain't no love in this cold land, you know what I'm sayin

We were all made to live eternal, you know what I'm sayin

I ain't burnin wit them demons cornell, you know what I'm sayin

Everbody wanna be the big man, you know what I'm sayin

But only GOD hold the world in His hand, you know what I'm sayin

The Daddy dont believe that song, you know what I'm sayin

Cause gangstas dont live that long, you know what I'm sayin

Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth

Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot

Thugged out, drugged out, just to fill your record sells

Not knowin you leadin a whole generation to hell

Who can I trust wody, only the man up above

And killas poppin the slugs, tryin to crack my coffee mug

They showin no love, cause the demons be full of hate

I push the Word like weight, cuttin demons like cake

From stake to stake, my dogs hungry for a plate

Im gonna feed a millions thugs wit a loaf of bread and my faith

Say the LORD is great, dont play no games stay in line

You gon get your time to shine lil daddy, respect my mind

You rappin that death, like I ain't never been through crime a

Beefin in New Orleans I had to isolate my momma

Praise the Lord I made it out that night war

My homies in graveyards, down town press pause

Times was hard, we stand in line for the dead

Like killas become framers in hoods from bustin heads

Live by, Die by thats the code of a souljah

Either you rollin wit Jahovah

Or get your head burnt off your sholder

In that wild Magnolia, Satan playin for keeps

Every week a dead body rapped up in bloody sheets

I don be through the fire and touched the bottom of the sea

Leadin souljahs to Christ and tossin the empire see

You better pay attention, these words be real comin out my mouth

Heaven be up North wody, and hell be down south

What cha talkin bout, that place be hotter then a stove

Worster then old parents, prision on top in the droves

Life wit out parole, that revalation unfolds

Wody they really got a place, grab the toe of your soul

Like whoa

So many rappers from New Orleans, offf the top startin to ballin

Rappin gangsta stories, kidnappin to you hualin

Bustin dealers heads, slangin crack up in the dome

Runnin wit grave fillas, leavin brains on sidewalks

And no chokin wody when you slippin up in that booth

Them boys be quick to shoot, them boys be bout that loot

Rappers die by the packs, cause young thugs be tottin choppas

Surrounded by yellow tape, nosie people and crime stoppers

I can see the picture, the 3rd war catty-o

Murders to funerals, drugs to calicos

Police wit equipted minds, little children wit Tech-9s

Everybody diein, but still livin the life of crime

Maybe GOD will rough you up when you stuck in the hood

An automatic will take their lives, thats why they think its all good

So many rappers rap that murder, but never do they learn

But when the fire gets to hot, they ain't willin to burn

They think they fire proof, ya heard me