The Only Begotten Son

Ja Rule

Composição de: Irv Gotti
He who believeth in Ja 
Shall not be condemned 
But he that believeth not 
Is condemned already 
Only because 
He has not believed 
In the man and the only begotten son 
My LordFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the skyYeah, Why would you leave somethin you love here to die 
In the cold, And it grows Like a concrete rose 
Beautiful aint I? Till I withered and died 
On the same streets you left me And, screamin Lord let me in 
I don't know where to begin Since I lost your love 
But then again your love, Was strictly for the drugs 
I don't know whether to hug Or to fill you with slugs 
Fuckin them whores, Instead of claiming whats rightfully yours 
Pierced a hole in my heart from all the pain you caused 
With no direction you left, your first born lost 
Give or take a few Cause my hate for you 
Grew, over the years Through blood, sweat and tears 
I wanted to be just like you, My father figure 
now I want to fight you, You bitch nigga 
You left me alone, And parts of me never out grown 
The fact that you left home When moms was so strong 
Don't let them get you fed, This world is yours she said 
Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head 
In life theres more to come, When its all said and done 
You lost one love Your only begotten sonFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the skyFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the skyBroke wit nothin to live for And damn ready to die young 
I'm the shadow behind the gun Look st what I've become 
The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches 
The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas 
Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto 
Was taught young to pop the medal That's how shit get settled 
Learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly my bitches with birds, in first not coach, Never trust ya 
From a toddler to hustla I was trained as a youngsta 
To cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me 
Ya only son Let me live or kill me The chosen one 
Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show 
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
Lifes got more to come But when its all said and done 
You lost one love Your only begotten sonFor he so feared the word 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns in the skyFor he so feared the word 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns in the skyI wanted to be forever yours  Looking now at nothin more than
Two lost souls Lookin to meet at the cross roads I burn the hydro 
Lay back with my eyes closed 
In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I'd die for 
Well how the fuck do you sleep at night 
Knowin you wronged the only thing you ever did right 
Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short 
Now I got a new father whose name is New York Runnin 
wild in the streets With heat we don't talk 
Cause when its cold you basically live life in the dark 
But light will shine from the heavens and bless one;
Ja Rule loved Your only begotten sonFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the skyFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the skyFor he so feared the world 
He left his only begotten son 
To shed his blood 
Show that pain is love 
But I wont cry 
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money 
And my guns to the sky…
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