demonic haters, traitors [Chorus:] In God we trust Fly true to this game til' Fly bust Til' my body bites the dust, Fly ain't tryin' to give this up In God we trust
t everything You fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing In God we trust, the Holy thing I look into my enemy's eye Let 'em know you play fly you go
Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes 'cause its a gang of us and we ready to go 'cause after the party after the party we get so drunk We forget all
Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play 'em like that, word is born Guess we comes down
PERSISION MONEY'S MY RELIGEON FREAK HOW YA LIVIN' I FLY LIKE A PIGEON THIS IS THE MIND OF A RAP CAT AND GET ALL THE MONEY N THA HOE'S YO N NEVER DRIVE
mind mashed all the walls they blasted If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors The prophecy is clear niggaz lock 'n
S MY RELIGION FREAK HOW YA LIVIN' I'M FLY LIKE A PIGEON DIS IS THE MIND OF A RAP CAT AND GET ALL THE MONEY N THA HOE'S YO N NEVER DRIVE A HATCHBACK I
, I'm gon' rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin
nowadays] The N.P.G.! {crowd cheers} That's right, we're the only band 2 bring it 2 U live After rockin' the house 4 3 straight hours, huh N.P.G., we
[nowadays] The n.p.g.! {crowd cheers} That's right, we're the only band 2 bring it 2 u live After rockin' the house 4 3 straight hours, huh N.p.g., we
Thats the way, the real hustlers play Thats the way, the real hustlers play Thats the way, a real hustler plays Thats the way, the real hustlers play (??)
the walls they blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors The prophecy is clear Niggaz lock n
it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this
s like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope The Southside in this bitch, and we all high You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all
t everything you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing in God we trust, the Holy thing I look into my enemy's eye let 'em know you play fly you go
(SO WHAT!?) That's tha attitude we got (Yea, they got us fucked up!) I can teach tha whole world when it comes to survival shit Im God's best friend
that, When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we
