[Intro] 
I'm only eight 
I got no choice but to sling crack 
 
Yo who you pushin weight for 
Dog I ain't no rat 
Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks 
With they mouth taped up 
Lookin like sittin ducks 
Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up 
What more small the market, Clef 
You get stuck up 
With what 
From a fiend 
I just bought a twenty-two 
Now it's funny you should say that 
Cause the gun looks bigger than you 
Now get your ass back in the house 
Shut up! 
** 
From BK back to NJ 
Crouchin tiger style 
Let's go 
 
[Continuous Humming] 
Feel it 
Feel it 
Peace God 
[Chorus] 
Peace God 
You gave me the voice to speak, God 
Speak God 
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard 
Peace God 
Peace 
You gave me the voice to speak, God 
Masquerade- my message to the streets, y'all 
[Repeat] 
Yo peace God 
These words came from a revelation 
Whether you free or you going through incarceration 
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation 
Put the fire arms away 
Cause we don't want no confrontation 
Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk 
Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork 
So, peace God, even through war we bring peace 
And after the blood shed then your first son deceased 
And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end 
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future 
So hold on to your winchester 
Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester 
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist 
Guzzle the fifth 
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord 
And bless me with an extra clip 
So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband 
 
[Chorus x 2] 
 
Ay, yo peace God 
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard 
But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card 
I wasn't born this way it just came to be 
Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally 
Where the dealer was the president 
And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government 
And stick ups was only natural 
It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you 
Peace God 
Yo only God got the answer 
And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer 
But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner 
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana 
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy 
Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies 
Until we meet again feel my words through my pen 
And stay pure in the city of sin 
 
[Chorus x 2] 
[Humming] 
[Chorus x 2]