yeah it's pac and x the return of our life with his ready to die next carry my soul to the grave of the tomb told you I was reincarnated as 3 in the womb,so hit the streets my Soulja's and ride till the end,still in my death raised and risen as Jesus your friend,bumping the sound of kilo Saing makaveli Christ,you know who we be living his life, filled with silence and sin love the smell of his cum again with dirty panties stuffed in your mouth to keep those who know the truth in silence of the South,we were raised to bring you new joint hits ,now everybody is trying to get a fix, always been a thug and a G to remain strong through hisstory,now we pass the mic to em- shady drop back like tom brady throw a bomb ball down the field to catch let real evil intercept it best to blow in the hands of a T D celebrating a score and remebering me still part of your love to stop what is wrong this is the slim part from a fat belly writing this song up above the clouds we sit and wait, as the archangel holds new heavens gate, surrounds us standing on the clouds Frontline Soulja's made heavenly proud with the kindom of God still to protect, those whom we cast out to reject