Lirik Lagu Ten Jesus Pieces - Rick Ross
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[Intro]{J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League} {*echoes*}God forgivesHe's so honorable {Maybach Music!}But living amongst thievesand niggaz like myselfYou will not have that luxury
[Rick Ross]I wake up excited, I made it through the nightThings I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chickShe keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libsI think I'm a genius hundred grand a fuckin featureI do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin reeferWent from Benihana to Bimini in BahamasTen chains, no luggage, I'm a big timerNiggaz claim that they thuggin when they dickridinMy niggaz rather walk, do they own brick climbinOn the block in my all white sneakersLord knows in my ten Jesus piecesPray for me cause you know a nigga doingwrongMy homey in the cell, so I had to write a poemCount mills for the times that we had it hardAsking for a hundred mill' as I pray to God
[Chorus]I do this for my niggaz facin hard timesCan't be on them corners if you hustle part timeTen chains on, Eric B. with mob tiesRakim flows, coming from the PharcydeBlood diamonds and my piece is from apartheidQuick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archivesI pray for every soul that this music reachesBury me a G - ten Jesus pieces
[Rick Ross]Young nigga comin up they wanna gun you downDrinkin vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)Ridin real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)Shoppin for them O's when the mall closeReppin for your homies when they all goneGet in power then you put your dawg on (real shit)All black tees, ten gold chainsAt the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game {*laughing*}Ten years strong in the same trapUgh~! Ten years blowin on that strong packLord knows that I wanna live right (right)But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)Forty dollar tab meanin forty grandLil' wodie got it rolled up in a rubber bandHoldin on the forty in his other handTen chains on, smokin in the motherland
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]I'm his poltergeist, niggaz know I'm more than niceAll these jewels on, all boys tonightI could see it in the sparkle cause they lacklusterBlack card maxed out, damn black brotherWhite collar, black-mindedChrome Smith & Wesson, back pocketEight shot, bitch I'm a top shottaScreamin your affiliations, but that don't matterI'm flyin first class as the snakes slitherNever blackmail a motherfuckin killerOn trial and they wanna execute meIt's really sad, just the fact they never knew meTrue G to the core, feel my textureA true G keeps it raw in his lectureKeep it simple, white tee, new sneakersDope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
[Chorus]
[Stalley]Versace shirt, Jesus layin on the chestMan I swear Big did it the best, I meanNas did it fresh and, Jay did it fresh, I mean'Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the bestAnd I was so impressed that I went and got tenNow I'm stunting on these niggaz cause I couldn't back inRose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinumAnd I wear 'em all at once, I ain't tryin to match themI remember bumping Mack 10 and that deuce in the cornerScrapin up for a sandwich and a sodaNow my strength is up and I'm danglin chains off my shouldersBut no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamedfor the reason that I rhyme; and they saycause I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine or even put it in a rhymeIt's better things I could talk about or put my money towardsBut for now I'ma wear these ten chains and floss
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]{Maybach Music}We untouchable
[Rick Ross]I wake up excited, I made it through the nightThings I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chickShe keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libsI think I'm a genius hundred grand a fuckin featureI do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin reeferWent from Benihana to Bimini in BahamasTen chains, no luggage, I'm a big timerNiggaz claim that they thuggin when they dickridinMy niggaz rather walk, do they own brick climbinOn the block in my all white sneakersLord knows in my ten Jesus piecesPray for me cause you know a nigga doingwrongMy homey in the cell, so I had to write a poemCount mills for the times that we had it hardAsking for a hundred mill' as I pray to God
[Chorus]I do this for my niggaz facin hard timesCan't be on them corners if you hustle part timeTen chains on, Eric B. with mob tiesRakim flows, coming from the PharcydeBlood diamonds and my piece is from apartheidQuick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archivesI pray for every soul that this music reachesBury me a G - ten Jesus pieces
[Rick Ross]Young nigga comin up they wanna gun you downDrinkin vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)Ridin real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)Shoppin for them O's when the mall closeReppin for your homies when they all goneGet in power then you put your dawg on (real shit)All black tees, ten gold chainsAt the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game {*laughing*}Ten years strong in the same trapUgh~! Ten years blowin on that strong packLord knows that I wanna live right (right)But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)Forty dollar tab meanin forty grandLil' wodie got it rolled up in a rubber bandHoldin on the forty in his other handTen chains on, smokin in the motherland
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]I'm his poltergeist, niggaz know I'm more than niceAll these jewels on, all boys tonightI could see it in the sparkle cause they lacklusterBlack card maxed out, damn black brotherWhite collar, black-mindedChrome Smith & Wesson, back pocketEight shot, bitch I'm a top shottaScreamin your affiliations, but that don't matterI'm flyin first class as the snakes slitherNever blackmail a motherfuckin killerOn trial and they wanna execute meIt's really sad, just the fact they never knew meTrue G to the core, feel my textureA true G keeps it raw in his lectureKeep it simple, white tee, new sneakersDope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
[Chorus]
[Stalley]Versace shirt, Jesus layin on the chestMan I swear Big did it the best, I meanNas did it fresh and, Jay did it fresh, I mean'Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the bestAnd I was so impressed that I went and got tenNow I'm stunting on these niggaz cause I couldn't back inRose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinumAnd I wear 'em all at once, I ain't tryin to match themI remember bumping Mack 10 and that deuce in the cornerScrapin up for a sandwich and a sodaNow my strength is up and I'm danglin chains off my shouldersBut no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamedfor the reason that I rhyme; and they saycause I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine or even put it in a rhymeIt's better things I could talk about or put my money towardsBut for now I'ma wear these ten chains and floss
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]{Maybach Music}We untouchable
