((Chorus) What do it do/when I come thru/you'da thought it was church/whole hood scream halleluh!/(x4))

So what do it do/when i come thru/tryin to give a young black boy/a good image to look to/Hail Mary, please forgive my sins/I blame it on the skin I'm in/this flesh, it just want the rims/but I just keep slangin these hymns/drive around my city/it's pretty/one day, Imma own my town like Biggie/right now I'm just a kiddie/don't let it fool you, I ain't rap shitty/80 miles, haulin down I-5/Chillin like a villain in a slick ride/moonroof in the whip bring a dark light/stay fresh, need a good girl by my side/hero to my city, but a villain to the game/my name bring heat, so I put Jesus round my chain/all they put up on the radio is lames/so I keep an aux((Ox)oxygen) cord ready just in case/cause spur of the moment/freestyle I own it/don't tell me when to/cause I'll do it when I want it/cause I own/when I zone/at 2 in the morn/whole house asleep/lil nigga writin poems/so what do you see in me/that makes you believe/that I can be great/cause I'm playin for keeps/as in keepin hip-hop alive/makin sure lyricism thrives/cause we don't want all of the illiterate idiots cloggin up the mics/like/(X)/I'm underground like the railroad/contracts, I tear those/quick to dodge a case and jump the suit, call me jail clothes/fuck reign nigga, it's time for me to hail/it's over the game that I tower like cell/I'm a service to the community, like I avoided jail/well, I dell/cause I compute the game so well/I delve, deeper in to the bag of tricks/playstation nigga, imma 90s kid so you don't want it on the sticks/old soul on the beat like a Sega Genesis/you Bowser and I'm Mario, comin for my princess/got the song saving, so it peaks interest/account of music real, so when I aim a rhyme at rappers you could call it a checklist/keep my hair lined up hella filthy, like a set list/no amount of money will change my lyrical mind, so check this/I'm done teachin, class dismissed/you pushin the coco, but it's SwissMiss/holes in your game like Swiss/cheesin/picture success and its lookin like me man/I'm causin chaos, consider me a heathen/won't quit the game till I quit breathin/you a quick fix like a water pill/Its tough to swallow, but I know she will/different kinds of fans, call it mass appeal/goddam, I'm so ill/pray to God that it's you I don't kill/lyrics are like atom bombs the aftermath ya can't shield/(X)