Is Your God a Dog

[Verse 1]

Crosstown traffic, black to black, you shoulda seen her

Long and winding road to the arena

Crystal ball, I prophesized

What was on the horizon, forewarned y'all

Is it any wonder what kind of ground you goin' under

A September ender to March Madness, remember?

You never heard a murder, take  it for example

Unsolved mystery, life lost in a funk sample

Enter the bandwagon, braggin' hangin' banners

Clearin' the way for younger MC's and new hammers

What was criticized six years back is now back

In New York on the jersey, front and back

Feels like Tiger Woods got mad goods

Way up from the cheap seats comin' outta the hood

Race to the black seats amongst the wack seats

Be the hardcore alongside the deadbeats

The world lookin' on like spectators

At crucified gladiators and playa-hating alligators

Feels like a jungle inside where fish swim and birds fly

A man got a tendency to die

Man falls to the hands of man

But damn if I ever try to survive up at courtside

Four tickets to fly, rap or play ball

Do the game or duck that drive by

(Duck that down, G!)

[Hook]

Idols in the sky, look at how they died

Right before your eyes, real lives

Is your lord a God (Say what?)

Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

Idols in the sky, look at how they died

Right before your eyes, real lives

Is your lord a God (Say what?)

Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

[Verse 2]

The same league that defends be the same ones that do us in

There's spies in the CIA and FBI

And them suites in that corporate sky

An eye for an eye, ain't gonna target at the bad guy

Heard the war is on from the announcer

Bound to get the crowd bouncin', yes and it counts and

In this corner, representin' the best in the west

Died from four bullets, two up in the chest

Worshiped on the wrong side of them TV sets

Had mad fans comin' outta both sex

Sold, multi platinum, eight times gold

But died of homicide, twenty-five years old

Heard he died in debt, too; I ain't seen a winner yet, you?

The confused crowd booed the whole crew

In that corner, number one in the east

The peace cursed for life by mark of that beast

Raised by peeps, rode jeeps, and Brooklyn beats

Praised as a hero who came up off the streets

The crowd looks on, claimin' sides they don't own

A house built up on their skulls and them bones

Knew it be a matter of time, the play by play

Two main rappers slain, so let us pray

[Hook]

Idols in the sky, look at how they died

Right before your eyes, real lives

Is your lord a God (Say what?)

Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

Idols in the sky, look at how they died

Right before your eyes, real lives

Is your lord a God (Say what?)

Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)

[Verse 3]

With all the gunnin', crowd goin' crazy

Gettin' bigger, proud to be called a bunch of bitches and niggas

The ghetto stage fulla field nigga goals

Hip-hop shoot-outs versus those house negroes

Five bodies got on the shot clock

Runnin' down in the count made the scoreboard rock

The referees, the LAPD, the LVPD

Said they couldn't catch what they could not see (liar, liar)

Question, was it bigger than the names

Not only in the game, but the game behind the game?

Down to the remaining seconds of this record

Anatomy of a murder, intensity of a mystery

Dead and gone as the heads looked on

Helpless as the atmosphere was preyed on

Investigating, and the winners be

Interscope, UNI, Arista, and BMG

Lost in overtime, the tombstone trophies for people that cried

And the rhymes that died

And the beats that deceased, may the best rest in peace

(Peace, G) Rest in peace

[scratching]

[Hook]

Idols in the sky, look at how they died

Right before your eyes, real lives

Is your lord a God (Say what?)

Or is your God a dog? (Say what?)