can you talk to God [3x] When you won't talk to me? I know every little word Of all the things that I have heard So how can you talk to God When you
you talk to God [3x] When you won't talk to me? I know every little word Of all the things that I have heard So how can you talk to God When you won
and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall And my dick is in the DIRT... [Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell - talking] Let's talk about this
Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. Hey!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky
Now Would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son In her arms she hurt
this game you fucked Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard One of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him
words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it [Busta Rhymes] There's only one God sonny, and there
off Jay Z hoes and animals skirts get murked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god
I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell
the cob, you'll be performin for God Either that or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God I'm on my
talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt? The bitch in you, makes you run
the future through my young seeds. Plant it, and hope the planet don't damage them. It's a thin line, but I'ma get mine. [CHORUS:] Who can you trust? God
of my finger tips. The mitochodrion are revolting, please take care off it. Carnivorous cells are winning against your cancer lips. So come over so come over...Oh my god
