[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]