Conversion

[Verse 1]
I'm ready to make a murder scene happen
Pimp-slapping demons and packing
Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captain
You act like you be knowing when a G be rapping
Running from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrapping
Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted
Even though I know you and your crew ain't even gonna admit it
(Now slow down T, this is family
They mess with you, they mess with me) and also E
(Why?) cause this is O.R.C
Lyrically I be coming with ski masks out the bushes
With chainsaws and axes
Dragging these demons while their blood gushes
I'ma jack these demons, playa, one by one
They call me Big Daddy Kane (why?) cause I gets the job done
Now watch me jack these demons, hit em with a gat
Show em how a real G supposed to act
Smuggling Bibles instead of gats
Rolling drop top Cadillacs
Putting it down on street corners and shows
For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row
Really though

[Chorus]
Bone be the one wit the gun in his hand
Demons trying to kill him, cause them no like him
Smuggling Bibles to countries filled with Communism
Trying to preach them the Word and convert to Christian
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[Verse 2]
Trying to reach them pimps and thugs
Curb servers moving them major drugs
Gang banging Rollin' 60s Crips and the Piru Bloods
One love to all the preachers on the street corner
Two dubs for all my riders out in California
Peace to my partners out in Frisco, San Jose
East Palo Alto, Sacramento
Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, San Leandro
Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, San Diego
Ya'll know, the Golden State full of hate and drama
Marijuana and thugs that shoot a quien las da la gana
Most got both hands on they Desert Eagle
Gotta watch your back cause here in California killing's legal
Rollin Regals, Impalas, Caddies and them El Caminos
Hitting switches, best beware of all them hating snitches
Taking pictures of west coast Cali sunsets
Streets infested with all them gang banging ghetto vets, no regrets
My partners dying over them gangs and sets
Having sex with girls in miniskirts and pink barrettes, what's next
Sick of Techs and all them yellow birds
Smell of herb, and playboys sipping on the Thunderbird
I'll scream until I'm heard
Preach the Word in every alley, crack and ghetto curb
With the beats and verbs anointed by the might God I serve

[Chorus]