Besedila:
Christian City Church

and tellin Christian folks what to do You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than

these church girls wear more makeup than destiny's child Keep it real christian, some of y'all liftin' ain't likin' But this is the difference between a christian

I get, spread love freely Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that mack milly, for niggaz actin' silly Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the seven cities

and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city,

lead them home Father, we will lead them home Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ you stand! Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ

to the church I don't need that kind of salvation When I get hurt Don't fill my head with sermons And force me to believe This is the city that raised

of desperation for Your glory This is an emergency Sinner, reach out your hands Children, in Christ you stand Sinner, reach out your hands Children, in Christ

zoroastric formulas to the feverish writings of St. John We hold the grail, the blood of christ the dead sea scrolls revealed the truth we felt the hypocrisy of the church

organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God