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Isn't he supposed to be ministering the good lord's word to the young and troubled?

Sorry Sam, but you might be thinking of KANYE WEST

WE DROPPING HIS EXCLUSIVE BEAT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, HOT 97, HERES KANYE WITH "JESUS WALKS"

1:39 HOT 97

Ya know what the mid-west is? Young and Restless
Where restless [niggas] might snatch yo necklace
And next these [niggas] might jack yo Lexus
Somebody tell these [niggas] who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it
Its kinda hard getting chocked by detectives
Yeh Yeh now check the method
They be askin us questions, harrasin, arrest us
Sayin we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast, huh
Y'all eat pieces of shit? What’s the basis?
We aint goin nowhere..but got suits and cases
A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us
Well momma I know I act a fool but ill be gone to November
I got packs to move, I hope..

Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down
Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now (I waaaaant Jeeeesus)
Jesus Walks- And I don’t think there’s nothing I could do now to right my wrongs (Jesus walk Jesus walk)
Jesus Walks With Me-I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid cuz we aint spoke in so long. (I waaaaant Jeeeesus)
Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down (ooh believe)
Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now
Jesus Walks- And I don’t think there’s nothing I could do now to right my wrongs
Jesus Walks- I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid cuz we aint spoke in so long.
(Jesus walks) So long (Jesus walks) So long (Jesus walks with me)

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the strippers
(Jesus walks with them)
To the victims of welfare, feel we livin in hell here, hell yeah
(Jesus walks with them)
Now hear thee hear thee, want to see thee more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cuz we’re thee almost nearly extinct
We rappers is role models, we rap we don’t think
I ain’t here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers
The Way Kathy Lee needed Regis...that’s the way I need Jesus.
So here go my single dawg, radio needs this
They-said-you-could-rap-about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, videotape
But if I talk about God my record wont get played, huh?
Well if this take away from my spins...which will prolly take away my ends..
Then I hope it take away from my sins and bring the day that I'm dreamin bout...
Next time I'm in the club, everybody screaming out...

Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down
Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now (with me... with me)

NO I'M THINKING OF MASE. >:

AND NOW MATT AND SAM WILL SPIT THE SONG "FEEL SO GOOD" BY MASE

Yo, what you know about goin out? Head west, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up, ride into
Bigger truck, peace all, glittered up, sticker kid
Nigga what? Jig with the cut, sip Cris, spit it up
Hoes ride, get your nut till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's Tomb
Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs, always fightin in the club

I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, but gats in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex
To hold, East, West, every state come on, bury the hate
Millions the only thing we in the hurry to make
With a friend or ex-friend, in a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on

Bad, bad, bad, Bad Boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, Bad Boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could

You can't understand, we be
Waikiki, sippin' DP
To the TV, look pretty
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's
They wanna be me, niggaz talkin shit
They ought to quit, I'm fortunate
They don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin while I whip
Just started seeing cars, cause they alternate

So while you daydream, my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with hoes that pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalogue, I'll show you how Daddy ball
Six cars in power, the five big stars
Phillip, CEO, Chaz smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like ya'll be talkin funny
I don't understand language of people with short money
Come on

Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah
Well me personally, it's nuthin personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested, for nuthin domestic

And I chill, the way you let me
With a jet ski, attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap
Ask Cat, where my check be?
Problem with y'all I say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
Now I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin head from girls that used to hardly speak
Come on

SAM AND MATT WILL NOW SPIT THE THE SONG "99 PROBLEMS" BY JAY-Z

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers

I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road
"Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"

Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain

And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

THX FER JOININ US ;D

TECH N9NE ******S >: