me open it & see That's not what I wanted to hear There's a time and place for everything & that time is coming near Do you have to spend so much time on your
open it and see That's not what I wanted to hear There's a time and place for everything and that time is coming near Do you have to spend so much time on your
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the Spirit, so they didn't have discernment So what they call themselves doing, ain't worship They don't love the Lord, all they care about is churching Last
and rose on the 3rd I went and opened His word My eyes were opening up Throw your hands in the air and surrender your life And put your hands to the
but were just trying to eat (Krazy) Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy
yeah you kick the raw rhyme But your show and your flow - that's all mine Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability I'll bring it right straight to your
never disguise what I saw behind me in you remembering times we have shared...my friend for life is gone we'll let the embers serve as the only memory of last
long, long while Since we've been strung out on love And there's no mask of a smile That can hide what we're thinkin' of From your heart I hear Only distant
low He was ready to fall He was quick to defend Killed outright he was By his own men It's the last day's last hour Of the last happy year I feel that
[Bizzy Bone:] Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day [Layzie
the sound Of the negative crawlin all over the ground Like look what you did, let me enter in your kiss Nigga save me, suck my what? I'll kill your babies
forget What you have been trying to retain But everybody knows it's all about the things that get stuck inside of your head. Like the songs your roommate
last Before you bombed on your last beers, it's a known fact Cuz, every man in front of a liquor store Got a story ta tell about how he did it more, but
TM] Don't run and cry to your mother for bail [L] Motherfucker, your ass going straight to jail Eighteen and life, that's your ass Spend the next 20 years
concrete This is real hip-hop for the streets I never leave any witnesses, it's ridiculous They serve me court papers at the studio I did this in Missin
shady game nigga Hope ya bulletproof Fat fuck lame nigga Know who I'm talkin' to Glad ya man did You bout to get it too Rest with your fam man