s Your same stage presence, when You call, heads respond Love Your patience: it's long, salvation cause it's my song Your passion for Your people cause Your
been struck by (struck by) A wonder (a wonder) like this [Xavier Naidoo] There are days where I can stop talking about you There are days I can't stop saying your name
of my game plan. Therefore, a nigga like you better slow your roll, act like you know before I show. The real deal still kickin' the shit with the passion
stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin' but peace, love and street passion Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion Dear mama don't cry, your
just what my avenue is Man I swear I'm all up outta my brain like graduate students I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I see your tears, come here, give me your
he don't know my Speedknot Mob gon' win But I dare one of you niggas to say my name 'Cause I put a fucking bullet into your closest kin Just to get under your
you been, homie? what it is, homie? without you here, your family feel lonly but it's all good cousin, we gone carry on although it seems so unfair your
clear, I'm not so blind Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it I remember your face, it's just your name I forget it These days they melt together
your lips Drawn back to my consort, To feel the passion of love`s icy flame An amorous necrophile`s compulsion, To ravish the corpse who took my name
gone, you shake when she's near Despise and torment her again and again Spit in her path, laugh at her name Lily Bolane (x4) You're brave with your friends
you name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway of illusions Of what was Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry
aftertaste I Swallow a name from hell and I Wallow in the mud...(Sweet angel!!) Wallow in the mud Your evil outweighs all your passion and a shouting
stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothin' but peace love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion Dear momma don't cry, your
Would I call your name Through the ruins of emptied halls? Could I see your face Within passions yet unborn? Speak fragile truths into the air So new
wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older dates Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older dates Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate Just
Didn't give a fuck if your face was black He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack He'll see you in your car and don't like your look He got beef
misery Blood shaded on your body You fell a shiver...of terror in the desecrate church Under the sing of evil...he comes Baptized I baptize you...in the name