Maybe If Lyrics - Singles - Gospel Gangstas

all my life i walked, stuck in the dark 

thinkin brothers that went to church had to be marks (??) 

no hearts, though i had it twisted like french braids 

it takes a man to serve God, this aint no kid's trade 

i got Saved and the devil wept 

i wear respect to street formances as pertainin to my ghetto rag (??) 

i was a shooter in my former life hoo-ride 

now can i make a G slide to the bright side 

mm, if anybody can do it then you can do it Tic 

well if i can do it then its done and im a do it quick 

(why) 'cause im a doer, never seen a one truer 

than me, 'cause this is O Double G now 

you see, i got a question, but really you need to ask yourself 

how do you refuse to come to Christ when He can give you help 

but yet you stay, you catchin case after case 

lookin left and right, up and down, when the answer's right in front yo face 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

whats crackin, step back and 

peep it like a G (like a G) 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

Satan tryin to twist em, dropped in the system 

let Christ set you free (set you free) 

attention, OGs open your ears up 

and all busters stop up your ears so you cant hear us 

'cause its only G talk, when we talk 

and by faith with deliverance how we walk 

until now ive been known to hit knees 

but one time can i break it down for the Gs 

i left a stain so you'll never forget my name 

i worship the Slain, now all gangstas aint the same 

see some bang, some slings cain, some shoot 

some fight, some pray and fast, some smoke root 

some claim Crypt, some hustler, and some buy root 

some serves Tweed, and some serves God like i do 

once was blind, but now i see, i know 

i did it to greed, now freeze the Gs and blow (??) 

life into the hood, mourn for those that died 

do's a genocide, still with one to five (??) 

look at chea 

chorous 

on the real though dog, i used to slang and bang 

but from homie to homie, dont even try to gang 

'cause one brotha be down, one brotha be suckas 

and the other half bustas 

im not down with killin brothas 'cause its killin me 

and im not the one to contribute to your conspiracy 

lift your eyes, check a nize, and stop now (??) 

'cause satan wanna see the dead, are locked down (??) 

or if he keep us on crack, then he got us 

knowin if we toppin the purpose, he cant stop us (??) 

to pen is what i need, the truth and funk is what i get you with (??) 

the rhythm we givin, so they can learn from what we live thru 

blacks killin blacks, blacks sellin blacks crack 

now when we gone see some unity in our community ?? 

when the Gs hit they knees and get they pray on 

until then homie stay strong 

on the rist (??) 

chorous 

today, we done forgot about our makage as pleasure (??) 

but think bout gettin our rhine on, everybody gettin they grind on 

men hustlin women, and women hustle men 

men hustle for skins, and women hustle for they mens 

to the left, homie missed it with that set trip 

in 96, half the projects read about yo chips 

G wise, lets get our lives prioritised 

and then start to raisin our hands, and shapin our eyes 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

whats crackin, step back and 

peep it like a G (like a G) 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

a brighter day, a better way 

for you and me 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

whats crackin, step back and 

peep it like a G (like a G) 

maybe if, you would lift 

your eyes and see (maybe) 

a brighter day, a better way 

for you and me 

maybe if you'd lift your eyes and see, yeah 

maybe if youd peep it like a G (like a G) 

(O Double Gs, in the hizzouse, 9 6) 

lift your eyes and see