They Talked About Jesus

G-Unit

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    Hello? Hello?
    Anybody know what g-unit is?
    50, Where the fuck you at, nigga?

    Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us
    (They talking)
    Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
    (Still hating)
    Yeah, they hated on Jesus
    (The real waiting)
    They talked about Jesus

    This one here is for all non-believers
    (They talking)
    Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
    (Still hating)
    Yeah, they hated on Jesus
    (The real waiting)
    You know they talked about Jesus

    I could care less about a rapper and his entourage
    I don't give a fuck about a phantom, it's not in our garage
    Quick to take a project bitch to a travelodge
    Fuck her to some mary j. Blige, get out of dodge
    Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though
    And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?
    You niggas crack under pressure; tim tebow

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    The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow
    I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low
    Girls smoking, I keep asking banks where the weed go
    Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo
    I'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole

    Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all together
    Louise summer sweater, yankee on the sky-dweller
    'Gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla
    Six or seven more flavors out in vegas with weather
    With my kush up in the hall of fame
    Cavemen, break out your ball and chain
    I'll orchestrate the walk of shame

    Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president
    Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in
    You never did; you out here regular; y'ain't got one heckler
    I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give
    Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet
    Cd full of cracks, easy with the grills, click clack

    Fishscale paid the bill, I ain't never been broke
    Arm ya, adrien broner on the ropes
    I'm still at that mickey d's off of atlantic
    My bk niggas, man, I feed them hammers
    My connect only speaks spanish
    Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, full bricks then vanished
    Jump in the martin vanquish

    Donald sterling think he a slavemaster
    Turn my clippers jersey inside out
    Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth
    Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that
    “Mike trout your legs, overseas pussies, y'all loving thots
    Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

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