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S Club 7 Bring Him Home

my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He's

prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He's

prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He's

cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn rubber,

you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude [Hook

Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga

me all about the scrilla Now how the fuck you figure I'm the nigga hit the club, shake that ass Break a trick, make that cash Bring it home and give it

drivin' him crazy Got my nigga Suga Slim, with his finger on the trigger Never catch him slippin' always thinkin' on a nigga Turnin' gee's to bee's,

the left pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back bring Screw back, matter of fact bring the whole crew