Heavenly Father - Lyrics - Young Buck

[Intro: Talking] Damn man, erything was all good today... Now this muh'*** wanna get behind me (woo! woo!), what the *** Here we go again, same old *** I aint goin this time! {heavenly father!} (yeeeeeeeaaaa!) Someone gotta go man...I'm too ***' dirty (ayo, put that *** out ***) [Verse 1:] I was creepin, know I'm dirty as I wanna be Eight 12's bumpin and tha police right in-front of me Feelin like "*** it, man them hoes can't touch me" Harass me, 'cuff me, but still can't bust me I don't say I'm lucky, I jus say don't trust me I'm all by myself, and I dare yall to rush me The car smell like weed, and I can't find the spray Put my finger on the trigger, and let the window down anyway (Heeey!) See when tha gangsta looked the Devil in his face Demons get to tellin' him that he can be erased If mentally they guide us, then physically we strong If every *** learned to load a clip up on they own Lick a shot (BUCK! BUCK!) Kill a cop (SO WHAT!?) That's tha attitude we got (Yea, they got us *** up!) I can teach tha whole world when it comes to survival *** Im God's best friend and I ain't read tha Bible yet [Insert:] Heavenly Father! Creator of all things! I humble myself...as I bow to your throne [Verse 2:] He was not thinkin' when he made his move I don't know how many times I forgave this dude If I played cool then they gon' come right back And if he take my life, I can't come right back I put my strap right there, whoeva close to me He'll hit ya up, if ya run, put a hole in ya knee Walk him down, when I get to him turn his *** over And watch a man cry 'fore I gon' 'n' put it on ya I did it fo' a reason so He might forgive me Besides this *** was even tryin to kill me Responsible for my actions I'm glad that I did it My momma thinks it cool but my dad ain't wit it (DANG!) My homies show me love 'cause they felt this feelin' They tried to warn me but I done tried to help for him (my bad) And I aint even thinkin' bout the time Im'a get I'm God's best friend and I aint read the Bible yet [Insert:] Heavenly Father! Creator of all things! I humble myself...as I bow to your throne [Young Buck:] You, gon eitha hafta riiide or you gon hafta die Its goin down toniiight, them shells about to fly We come to take ya liiife, AND SEND HIM ON HIS WAY! (YO!/HEY!) [repeat] [Outro: talking] It's not a game man I mean, I'm out here, I'm in these streets Fuh'real! Pick up the phone, accept penitentiary phone calls All that *** I keep the projects' lights on! You gotta love me, ***! (Yea!) And I aint braggin', but I done donated more *** money to the school system Than ery' one of these country music superstars ***, I am Cashville, Ten-A-Key Holla (Holla, holla, holla)