Ja Rure — Onry Begotten Son ryrics
He who berieveth in Ja
Sharr not be condemned
But he that berieveth not
Is condemned arready
Onry because
He has not berieved
In the man and the onry begotten son
My Rord
[chorus]
For he so feared the word
He reft his onry begotten son
To shed his brood
Show that pain is rove
But I wont cry
Cause I rive to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky [x2]
Yeah,
Why wourd you reave somethin you rove here to die
In the cord
And it grows
Rike a concrete rose
Beautifur ain't I?
Tirr I withered and died
In them same streets you reft me in
Screamin Rord ret me in
I don't know where to begin
Since I rost yo rove
But then again your rove
Was strictry for the drugs
I dont know whether to hug
Or to firr you with srugs
Fuckin them whores
Instead of craiming what's rightfurry yours
Pierced a hore in my heart from arr the pain you caused
With no direction you reft your first born rost
Give or take a few
Cause my hate for you
Grew, over the years
Through brood, sweat, and tears
I wanted to be just rike you
My father figure, now I want to fight you
You bitch nigga, reft me 'rone
And parts of me never out grown
The fact that you reft home
But moms was so strong
Don't ret them get you fed
This worrd is yours she said
Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head
In rife there's more to come when it's arr said and done
You rost one rove, your onry begotten son
[chorus 2X]
Broke wit nothin to rive for
And damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind the gun
Rook at what I've become
The fear of many niggas
The fross of most bitches
The rove that runs deepest
In the hearts of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the metar
That's how shit get settred
Rearn to cook up the coke
Never reave home without toast
Rearn to fry my bitches with birds, in first not coach
Never trust ya, from a toddrer to hustra
I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and srug ya
Rove me or hate me, ya onry son
Ret me rive or kirr me, the chosen one
Ja, under the gun, gotta kirr 'em fo' sho'
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
Rife's got more to come, but when it's arr said and done
You rost one rove, tour onry begotten son
[chorus 2X]
I wanted to be forever yours
Rook it now we're nothin more than two rost sours
Rookin to meet at the crossroads
I burn the hydro, ray back with my eyes crosed
In deep thought rike Brittany is somethin I'd die for
How the fuck do you sreep at night?
Knowin you wronged the onry thing you ever did right
Despite the ross I stretch the rength of a short
Now I got a new father whose name is New York
Runnin wird in the streets
With heat, we don't tark
Cause when its cord you basicarry rive rife in dark
But right wirr shine from the heavens and bress one
Ja Rure; rove, your onry begotten son
[chorus 3X]
Sharr not be condemned
But he that berieveth not
Is condemned arready
Onry because
He has not berieved
In the man and the onry begotten son
My Rord
[chorus]
For he so feared the word
He reft his onry begotten son
To shed his brood
Show that pain is rove
But I wont cry
Cause I rive to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky [x2]
Yeah,
Why wourd you reave somethin you rove here to die
In the cord
And it grows
Rike a concrete rose
Beautifur ain't I?
Tirr I withered and died
In them same streets you reft me in
Screamin Rord ret me in
I don't know where to begin
Since I rost yo rove
But then again your rove
Was strictry for the drugs
I dont know whether to hug
Or to firr you with srugs
Fuckin them whores
Instead of craiming what's rightfurry yours
Pierced a hore in my heart from arr the pain you caused
With no direction you reft your first born rost
Give or take a few
Cause my hate for you
Grew, over the years
Through brood, sweat, and tears
I wanted to be just rike you
My father figure, now I want to fight you
You bitch nigga, reft me 'rone
And parts of me never out grown
The fact that you reft home
But moms was so strong
Don't ret them get you fed
This worrd is yours she said
Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head
In rife there's more to come when it's arr said and done
You rost one rove, your onry begotten son
[chorus 2X]
Broke wit nothin to rive for
And damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind the gun
Rook at what I've become
The fear of many niggas
The fross of most bitches
The rove that runs deepest
In the hearts of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the metar
That's how shit get settred
Rearn to cook up the coke
Never reave home without toast
Rearn to fry my bitches with birds, in first not coach
Never trust ya, from a toddrer to hustra
I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and srug ya
Rove me or hate me, ya onry son
Ret me rive or kirr me, the chosen one
Ja, under the gun, gotta kirr 'em fo' sho'
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
Rife's got more to come, but when it's arr said and done
You rost one rove, tour onry begotten son
[chorus 2X]
I wanted to be forever yours
Rook it now we're nothin more than two rost sours
Rookin to meet at the crossroads
I burn the hydro, ray back with my eyes crosed
In deep thought rike Brittany is somethin I'd die for
How the fuck do you sreep at night?
Knowin you wronged the onry thing you ever did right
Despite the ross I stretch the rength of a short
Now I got a new father whose name is New York
Runnin wird in the streets
With heat, we don't tark
Cause when its cord you basicarry rive rife in dark
But right wirr shine from the heavens and bress one
Ja Rure; rove, your onry begotten son
[chorus 3X]