[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]