Santeria Lyrics - Pusha T

Now the tears dry and the pain takes over 

Let's talk this payola (payola) 

You killed God's baby when it wasn't his will 

And blood spill, we can't talk this shit over (this shit over) 

The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep 

I am just a short stone's throw from the streets 

I bring my offering, I will not preach 

Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming 

I'm no different than the priest, priest 

Santeria 

(Santeria, Santeria, Santeria) 

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They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate 

Triple back, they rush in like Soviets 

At the Kremlin 

Searching for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem 

Presidential tint on this shit that I'm driven in 

Woo! I just place orders and drop dollars 

Rotweillers roam the ground, the Glock hollers 

The three of y'all are too accessible 

Seen all the wrong moves, watching The Untouchables 

We don't do vegetables, niggas get flatlined 

Welcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat irons 

Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossing a priest 

Hail Mary, repeat after me 

Santeria! 

(Santeria, Santeria, Santeria) 

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Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) 

Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán 

Es el fuego que yo, conozco 

Es el fuego que yo 

Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) 

Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán 

Es el fuego que yo, conozco 

Es el fuego que yo 

Of all the things I've ever paid for 

Know that it's no price tag when I wage war 

It's no more to pray for, niggas get preyed on 

Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone 

You listening, De'von? 

As I'm talking to your spirit for God's sakes 

I'm dealing with heartbreak 

Checking my ego, I'm livin' with lost faith 

I'm back in this shit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank? 

I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face 

I bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw blank 

Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints 

Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks 

And all praise, no jail bars can save 

Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave 

Hey, it's probably better this way 

It's cheaper when the chaplain prays 

Santeria! 

Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) 

Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán 

Es el fuego que yo, conozco 

Es el fuego que yo