Father God, You're By My Side

歌詞

[Hook - 2x] By your side, I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [E.S.G.] Like a 40 Cal., heater If a bitch really down, when you broke she won't leave ya It must be the money, not the sex that please her When niggaz go to jail, some bitches catch amnesia But I'm (by your side), when I really need ya Cops ain't have no warrant, illegal search and seizure But I'm (by your side), like Siamese twins Nigga you think you damn friends, see they quick to do you in But I'm (by your side), like we was kin Know hoe you tell a fake nigga, by his fake ass grin But long as the money spend, and he can ride in your Benz You the realest nigga he know, until your do' get low again But I'm (by your side), like a soldier in combat Or when you leave me hanging, like the Lakers done Shaq I'm (by your side), like peas in a pod Most real niggaz gone, so it's up to me to do the job But I'm (by your side), hanging out the Dodge Hemi Busting at them cowards, till my whole clip empty Grip the wood in the drop, won't be like Sug and Pac Won't be like Baby and Lil' Wayne, see I'ma keep it real mayn Cause I'm (by your side), like Jay and Dame Dash Even they split up, but was it all about the cash You'll be (by your side), like a snitch and a cop But if you bring him by my spot, your bitch ass might get shot But I'm (by your side), even if ya strung out on dope I'll still lift your head up, and try to give ya some hope Hell naw I ain't the pope, but I speak for my people Everybody in this rap game, ain't created equal But I'm (by your side), like a nerd and his computer Money break up clicks, ask Chingy and Luda But I'm (by your side), as soon as you try to get back By your side, gon be a brand new shit bag I'm (by your side), like Bonnie and Clyde Butch Cass' and the Sundance Kid, bitch we get it how we live Poking stuck to your rib, just some food for thought Most greedy ass gangstas, end up getting caught But see I'm (by your side), like a man to his word I'm a stand-up guy, still when I'm leaning on the syrup I'll be (by your side), like a rev and a deacon No matter your race black white, mexican or puerto rican I'll be (by your side), as long as you keep it real Some niggaz carry guns, but ain't got heart to kill But they got the heart to squeel, and tell your bidness Went from a neighborhood punk, to a snitch turned a witness You'll be (by your side), you think I'm damn near dead See you think ya on top, but see I'm three years ahead No longer (by your side), let the truth be revealed Cedric Sosa Cedric Hill, shoulda been the nigga that got the deal g'eah [Hook - 2x]