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Cash Johnny My God Is Real

My God is real for I can feel Him in my soul My God is real, real in my soul My God is real for He has washed and made me whole His love for me is like

[K] All my niggas, my niggas, my niggas... Killa, me killa, me killa, me killa, me killa [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday? [K] Time after

ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead God handed out sticks and gave me the shit-end Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin' Got two right on my

cash, level advance Takin' a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot Tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran Movin' on the stash, first we get the cash

LA, real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God,

real niggas likin Primo's beats Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash I brought the God, Rakim

think will be showin' up Say within the next 40, 50, 60 years? They handed me a big tally book and in it I saw names like Johnny Cash George Jones,

my garments, gun tuck, packin' that steel But regardless, this nigga here is out of the field Now my partners is only money, that's real I got my mind made up, my

fire out your fuckin' ass What the fuck you think this is man? Get the fuck up outta here man So yo matter of fact, the man is back Think my head is