“Im known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose”

Step to this and get shanked up I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt

My name is L and I’m from a part of town where clowns, Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds ‘Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax, they’re sneakier than alley cats, that’s why I carry gats

I got the wild style, always been a foul child, My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.

I’m rollin’ with Satan, not Jesus Christ. I’m the only son of the devil.

Listen Columbo you’re mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show

Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.

I’m known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin, Front and get half the bones in your body broken.

If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.

I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’

I’m from where the real hustlers pile dough, the home of Rich Rich Porter, Azie, Alpo.

A girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye.

Cuz phony faggots I froze, it’s a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie… I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.

Im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet

Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks, But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.

I know you like the way I am freakin’ it. I talk with slang and I’m never gonna stop speakin’ it.

Although I myself don’t go to church or synagogue, I do, whether it’s superstition or whatever, pray every time I get on a plane. I just automatically do it. I say the same thing every time.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

Woman was the Church’s rival, the temptress, the distraction, the obstacle to holiness, the Devil’s decoy.

A red brick Presbyterian church… captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.

It was not just the Church that resisted the heliocentrism of Copernicus.

Church can be extremely boring. It can be very meaningful, it can be character forming, but can be have very little fizz in it.

He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth, will proceed by loving his sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.

So I had to figure out for myself what was right and true. It was a search. It was a process. It drew on the moral sense that I’d learned from my parents, and in church, and in my own heart, and led me on my own journey of discovery.