Lyrics of 'By His Deeds' by VC

Sitting in your church on Sunday
Thinking who you gonna screw Monday
Who you gonna thief, who you gonna rob
Take it that me tell you
Say, you can't fool God, no..

Everyday you bawl out Jah Jah (JAH JAH)
Call yourself a dreadlocks Rasta
Terrorize the people pon your lane
cause I saw you get wicked
when you lick the coke

By his deeds shall a man be known
Man a ask you for a piece of bread you give him stone
By his deeds shall a man be known
Natty off your head and worship babylon thrown
By his deeds shall a man be known
Straighten up your livity and don't bawl down
By his deeds shall a man be known

Mister moneyman when you make moneyplan
tell me where you get your first money from
how you plant your field
how you make your deal
then come tell your pickney them fi don't smoke weed

Left your airconditioned office and gone a bar
Impress a lickle easy gal with your pretty car
When you're done she said she affi get paid
what a fret you a go fret
when you hear she have ..

chorus

Ghetto superstar what a way you reach for
Every lyrics say you have me say a bur war
How you a tell a man fi lick shot
when you never get a lick
you 'fi feel a red hot (BOOM)

If you a warrior tell me whey you fight for
and if for justice sake you put up on your lighter
but if a body did jewlery and such
remember say me tell you
say you soon get ..