Are You Are My Daily Bread (You Are) You Are My Living Well (Never Thirst Again) You Are My Present Help You Are, You Are You Are, You Are Every Good And Perfect Thing
Le cose diverse Sono intorno Sono intorno a te Ma tu non sei diversa Per me sei sempre la stessa Come quel clima Che non cambia e fa sempre verde Fiori
You'd say "Boy I brought you into this world And I'll take your ass out! " It's a trip how history repeats itself, for real And the things you said to
(feat. Kool G. Rap, Rakim) [Kool G Rap] G Rap with my nigga G-Dep We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know
show my ass I'm representing, for the Lone Start State And I couldn't wait, to put a end to all this hate Big H.A.W.K., about to set things straight Make
are rich I don?t got a dollar, well I got some change, 4 or 5 quarters I can?t buy one thing 99 cent store get a loaf of bread, then I call this other
even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things
blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the
changed I was stuck in the game Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man Listen I've got a scheme Break away do my own thing Drop some
void inside All the things that were material They could not satisfy For my hungering was for the bread of life Ooh, it came like manna from above I can never get enough Living water, bread
describe a hustler with heart From his greens cheese, to God struggled apart Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot Over petty things
plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator Now I'm pissed cause I'm starting to smell like this player My little man get bread, I tell
you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator Now I'm pissed cause I'm starting to smell like this player My little man get bread, I tell you
dreams at night I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time [Verse 1: Prodigy] Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things
In To You, That's What Finna Do Girl You In My House, My Tongue In Your Mouth My Fourplay Better Then Ok, No Dought We Got Our Own Thing, See You Are
] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I catch a new case, and
you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left
