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Big Moe - Go To Church

If you don't know what to do devils on you like the flu, got to get this Word to go! Don't get locked down pushing dope! San Quinton! Death row! Not a place you want to go and that gang you banging for body bag tag ya toe. Tatted up you hit the streets, rollin bangin to the beat, rollin while you smoking weed, dope dealla slangin keys and you got them gold teeth, on yo hummer big feet yo forty five like to eat, steal and flesh about to meet they panic when you hit the block cause they know you paid the cops, cause they know they cannot stop thirteen people with twin glocks, on a mission slangin rocks, tryna make it to the top, don't care what yo momma say, you gone still disobey. No longer welcome at home, cause you crazy in the dome, night and day the streets you rome, pistol whippin with yo chrome, that big dude they call Jerome you took him all the way home blasted him two times in the head pull the trigger now he's dead!

(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(Tonight!)

Now you got yo block on lock, now you keep yo business low, got that AMG Benzo, Got the emblems made of gold, it's the FEDs job to know what the sheriff never told got yo strap on lock and load hangin out selling dope, now you met this girl named Hope, girl is stacked from head to toe, kind of girl that's not a Ho, kind of girl you keep her close, kind of girl the FEDs look fo if they want to kick yo door, kinda girl that's like a pro, unda cova federal! Kinda girl you let her know where you stock and drop yo dope. Kinda girl be getting high just to keep her cover low, kinda got you droppin soap Cali State Wasco (California State Penitentiary Wasco) now you tie yo soap to rope, learned that droppin ain't no joke now you stressing in the pen, in the pen ain't no grins! Reminiscing on the sin, cause you facing more than ten, you look back on life again wishing that you never sinned!

(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(Tonight!)

You pray that God will see yo trouble! Hope He answer on the double! Prison life state pen Wasco! Pass the clavo! Prison life you gotta be down though have a shank with a pretty good handle got a hit on yo name and it's mando (mandatory) from the streets, you remember that scandal? You was out there jackin for the kelo's killed Jerome sent him out with a halo L.A. Times but it wasn't front page though, now you fearing for ya life betta stay low!

(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(They say you're crazy! Yea!)
You can make it! Go to church!
You can make it if you hold on!
Go to church! Go to church!
Go to church! You can make it!
(Tonight!)

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