Still Preachin lyrics

Artist  : T-bone 
Song : Still Preachin



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verse 1

comin straight from da west coast killin field

its the bone coloeone pimpin keep it real

ya know the deal

corn braids in a thug appeal

street slang makin hits that thugs feel

demons guard ya grill

when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill

and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla
bill

platinum crushed ice and its all real

gospel hip hop got it locked still

who you think it was sprinklin game 

west coast gospel plus a brim in a cane

street slang in a message that they couldnt
contain

tought you bout da streets and the way thatthey
bang

cocane methaphetamene, gen and tonic 

hennesy sherm chocolate tye and chronic

bloods crip essa's M13 

piwoos soowoos damos and county blues



chorus

still preachin that word wit dem bangin beats

reach thugged out folks grindin on da streets

huslers servin cane g's pullin heat

steadily reachin them wit da word seven days a
week



verse 2

im still, rippin and kickin flippin spittin
lyrics 

that got you thinkin trippin grippin ya Bible 

diggin just to see whats written

invision paul in the prison

livin in the worst conditions

make decisions

wha convicted for the on thats arisin 

see my mission is to give vision 

to the one that listen

like caticism

but to ones arrested for vadilism

its your decision 

eternal prison

or you can accept what the Lord has given

"whats that?'"ya sins forgiven

see im tryin to get you walkin through the pearly
gates

and save you from the lake of fire full of demon
snakes

"how do i do that?" 

by askin the Lord to forgive you of all ya
sins

and turn away from all of you wickedness and not
turn back

start walkin on the straight and narrow 

get the word inside of ya temples 

til it swell and make ya bone marrow

no more pack in da back of a Lac

attack, crack, smack heads wit a baseball bat



*chorus*



verse 3

still makin g music for dem cold killas

gang bangers convict pimps players 

weed smokers and them drug dealers

captkillers theives fellons and them go-rillas

and drug lords over seas makin big scrilla

its still the same, ain't nuttin changed

street raps altar calls and proclaim the name

never ashamed of the one that was slain

endured all the pain,

bleeding wit nails in his hands 

just to save me from da burnin flames

amazing grace, he took my place, payed the
ransom

then got my sins erased and now

words cant express what i feel inside of my
flesh

every breath is givin god glory until my death

see im blessed beyind measures 

like silver and gold treasures 

world pleasures 

spittin leacture to ease the world pressures

so that heathens that were thevien grieven

can now believin 

that Jesus bleedin was for a reason cuz the words
im speakin



*chorus*