He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned But he that believeth not Is condemned already Only because He has not believed In the name of the only begotten son My Lord For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky Yeah, Why would you leave somethin you love here to die In the cold And it grows Like a concrete rose Beautiful, aint i? Till I withered and died On insane streets you left me And, screamin Lord let me in I dont know where to begin Since I lost yo love But then again your love Was strictly for the drugs I dont know whether to hug Or to fill you with slugs Fuckin them whores Instead of claiming whats rightfully yours Hole in my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you left your first born lost Give or take a few Cause my hate for you Grew, over the years Through blood, sweat, and tears I wanted to be just like you My father figure, now I want to fight you You bitch nigga, left me 'lone And parts of me never out grown The fact that you left home When moms was so strong Dont let them get you fed This world is yours she said Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head In life theres more to come When its all said and done You lost one love your only begotten son For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky But what a nigga live for And damn ready to die young I'm the shadow behind the gun Look at what I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto Was taught young to pop the metal Thats how shit get settled Learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast Learn to fly my bitches with birds and furs not coats Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me, ya only son Let me live or kill me, the chosen one Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for Lifes got more to come But when its all said and done You lost one love your only begotten son For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky I wanted to be forever yours Looking now at nothin more than Two lost souls Lookin to meet at the cross roads I burn the hydro Lay back with my eyes closed In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I'd die for How the fuck do you sleep at night? Knowin you wrong the only thing you ever did right Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short Now I got a new father whose name is New York Runnin wild in the streets With heat, we don't talk Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark When light would shine from the heavens And bless one, Ja Rule love your only begotten son For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky For he so feared the word He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky