If you don?t know me I?m the one they call the "Fat Mack" I?m givin? instructions on, "How to Lace a Phat Track" I come from hard times hopin? I?m never
know it's hard, out here in the streets A pity we gotta be in these streets Haters, are everywhere Cause shit and with somethin' deeper than you and me
Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come; 'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me
and me Couldn't take Texas out of her On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee If I could move Texas east Then she'd be here with me Then nothin' else would
Tell me why You come back to me over and over holding out on me Now nothing comes my way Oh Lord help me please Do you hear me calling Listen to my prayer
m a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that
and nieces start walking in by two Like who's trying to keep they composure now I'm feeling it can't nobody hold me down Nobody told me how crazy groupies
Let me break it down for a minute If there's enough room here for you and me There's plenty of room for some humanity Somebody tell me what's going on
here for you and for me There's plenty of room for some humanity Somebody tell me what's going on (what's going on) Somebody tell me what's going on (
bring some lovin' here today [Britney Spears] Barricades, can't block our way [J-Lo] Don't punish me with brutality [Destiny's Child] Talk to me So
miss the rock and find I've nowhere left to stand I start to cry Lord, please help me Raise my hand, so You can pick me up Hold me close, hold me tighter
fear Too much of me might show I can't wait any longer for it I've had enough I'll give it up [Chorus:] Lord, here's my heart, I've been keepin' it from
sand I miss the rock and find I've nowhere left to stand I start to cry Lord, please help me Raise my hand, so You can pick me up Hold me close, hold me
to the carpet. I have no clue how I got here... Must've been livin' it up, livin' it up, livin' it. My friends don't come dime a dozen. The good Lord
Style, Reggae Style. Me People In A London calling 911, Me people In A London Calling 991, Me Crew in Jamica calling 911, Me People In A Africa Call A 911, Me
is the lady, yeah sun duck kim I'ma say it right here Why you fuckin' with him? Why you fuckin' with him? I'm a jewel-lord jim Like somethin' that's priceless
many dangers, toils and snares... we have already come. T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far... and Grace will lead us home. The Lord has promised good to me