are back, Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquee and Mr. Mixx. They droppin' some new shit; and ain't about all that bullshit y'all been hearin' for the last
Jesuz of your Christ You dig that? respect this I'll bring the end to your claw I'll bring the loc to your heart And I'll put the snoop on yo dogs You hear
My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
ghetto intrumental, Dextrimental to kids. As if they can't see the misery in which they live. Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless. Check it. You don't have
my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every day I have so much to say [2Pac
didn't have 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 my heart upon the letter) Whether good or bad, show ourselves to prove (this is the heart of a minister) Let?s go I have comfort hearing a view in
day I met Christ Never knew a love quite like this, I'm writin this With tears on my face you was there for my grace Cause a father wouldn't hear my
hand I crawl back to land There is no retreat That option's far and away I have to be brave But I always did crave The golden sunlight It's been about
I dont wanna Dont wanna see her face I dont wanna Dont wanna hear her name I dont wanna I dont wanna What makes you think I wanna hear about you and
like a addict that gots to have it When I see the microphone I ain't scared to grab it Fuck that, it's Lord Finesse, now there you have it It's the grand
can't be artistic Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic I gotta strong mind it doesn't have to be spoon-fed And I can read what doesn't have to be read
that you can't be artistic Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic I gotta strong mind it doesn't have to be spoon-fed And I can read what doesn't have
face LAN Dondy They don't know about this here ? Party It so how that you don't mind Girl you havein such a good time Up on the block Around the corner About
want me to I thought about the things I said And I thought of what went through my head But please know that my heart never change (please know my heart
holes one in yo dome one in yo chest an Elliot Ness he wouldn't have made it on the West and yes I know you mutha fuckas heard about us cuz we was all
wax em Page the posse, grease the Uzis, tax em And lift up out of there, casualties to rest Get in the Cutlass, drop the gat and the vest Have you ever