T-Stone on the score…
(What’s good news without bad news?)
Speedo on the boards….
(That’s right….who else we got yo?)
Eso on the boards….
(Don’t forget Young Josh)
Got the young boy, lil’ boy
What up Ockbar, I see you in your hot car
Dodgin’ the cop car like dodge ball the squad car
It’s not far from ya, the block is gonna run you into dead-end
You better watch were you heading
You say the cops wrong the cops gonna blame you
Explain it to the supreme Judge at your arraignment
You and the cop that you’re cursing will have to stand before the God
That’s got angels danglin’ in the air worshiping
His eye is sharp enough to divide, (high by fine),
So you know when it’s time to decide what is right
He ain’t gotta ask questions or hear stories
He’ll just measure how near you were to His glory
Were all far from it, so we all are under arrest
Even if your talking under breath, everything you say can and will be held
So you should chill, but heads can’t chill in hell
Chorus:
Now there’s good news and there’s bad news (right)
Now which news you want first? (Well)
If you give me the good news without the bad news
That don’t grab you, that won’t work (Alright, well let me get the bad news?)
Everyone must die (There’s more bad news)
God is gonna judge our lives (But the good news)
God sent Jesus Christ so He could serve our death sentence and then bring new life
(Young Josh)
Yo, is a sinful lifestyle worth living?
My God is the Judge from eternity, yo hell will be a prison
My God is forgiving, He’s love but He’s just
I thought you was a tough guy why you try and duck
Men think they getting off 5 years and their free again
But men will get tossed by this God they ain’t believing in
Me and P hold like Stephen, kill us will die but best believe we gonna breath again
Do you see it now? All that sin that you do makes you feel good then it leaves you down
Kill a man, but you only killing yourself
Cause when you get judged you gets no help
And when you die sin’s consequence is death
I promise you that everything you profit gets wreck
But I’m confident that living for this God will give you rest
If ain’t probable or possible His promise yo except
(Chorus)
(Phanatik)
They said I can’t hit the streets if I speak to the heads
And I can’t reach heads if I speak to the dreads
And I can’t reach the dreads if I speak to the freaks
Or their scared that my speech might get leaked to the FEDS
Excuses, excuses, views just to keep you from moving with this truth, but,
Don’t front, these dudes can rap, you should be in the front,
Instead you’re in the backboard like 2 hand taps
While the world is moving them tracks, the world is moving them packs,
2 in the morning out them corners shooting the craps
Till dudes start pulling them straps, tools filled with bullets get clapped,
Instead of moving with this you steady moving that,
Instead of life and peace and joy, you want a license to ill like the Beastie Boys,
Thanks to Jesus you don’t have to leave here before,
The beef between you and God can be destroyed
