Religion Lyrics

(talking)"some sort of a desperation.. some say that.. it was like money caught a hold of us and we had no other choice. {it was like infections}And we couldnt get it.. it was like we were choosin to rob and steal or some of us would kill. But thats what this life is about and we still going through it everyday"

Verse 1:
The Lord knows, it aint east bein jimmy
so speedin up in Harlem while im leanin' in the Benny
Niggas think im ballin
im watchin niggas schemin
i hear there these bitches callin
but they just like niggas schemin
they just plottin for another man riches
i smothered up the wrists, rubber bands on the digits
the paranoya of sellin the rolls can pour ya?
im jumpin the game without a lawyer
avoid police contact, but please keep in contact
no straight lines only use the bleepers contact.
paper bag money like we hypochondriacs,
and im washin up this paper like i got a luandry mat.
this what raised us, some niggas praised us
some beg to differ cuz the street is what made us,
these came in flavas, the heat was our savior, the ice was on (group?) and my niggas is so (woo?)

Chrous1:
first million dollas, ran right through it,{what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. three million, four million ran right through it{what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. nine million, ten million niggas might lose it. {what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. if you hit twenty Ms life might change... this is why we play the game.Jim Jones - Religion - http://motolyrics.com/jim-jones/religion-lyrics.html

Verse2:
The desperation, the head is goin crazy.
bread we was chasin breakin fast on the daily.
old head said you livin fast like the 80's.
to me it was the 90's, i guess the 90's was my 80's.
shit, got a thing for the fine ladies.
pretty foreign whips make me get up on my shit.
pardon my french but i talk slick diggy.
meet me at the event, new york is the big city.
yall make movies, we make the documentaries.
yours truly left the jeweler, dropped a century.
i told the dealer drop the bentley.
GT see em, the cheese we be in.
its he who he be in, the fees no key in.
the money is the reason we keep tans off season.
peel off speedin, hand on freezin.
blunt up in my mouth, keep the handle where i can reach em.

chrous2:
first million dollas, ran right through it,{what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. three million, four million ran right through it{what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. nine million, ten million niggas might lose it. {what, what, what, what} im still goin through it. if you hit twenty Ms life might change... this is why we play the game.

Talkin: You see this is why we play the game. the money.. like i was sayin before it was.. it was sort of infections, it got grab of us and we couldnt let go. so now we stuck between a rock and a hard place. so they tellin us to keep hope up. wheres the hope at when we cant get a job so.. we look at the drug dealers as.. as the ones to look up to, those are our inspirations so, we saw the fast cars and the pretty bitches and the jewels and that was all we knew. See we was naive to the fact of real life till.. till well the streets came. and now still the same game we chasin, aint that a bitch? dont marry it.. nigga