and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through
can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a ni**
that robbed me I'll murder you Then I, run a train on Mobb Deep Don't fuck with me Nigga you barely living Don't you got sickle cell See me and
knows how long i'll be gone But maybe one day a train will bring me home Put me on a train mama Put me on a train mama Oh put me on a train mama I'm
of the Pauline Epistles It's not an exhaustive study it's a survey of all the books So get your Bible, get your pad, get your pen, turn your stereo up
to fight Don't get caught up in wordly ways, you're on a mission for Christ Be an athlete - that means you're runnin' to win You gotta train and follow
Divine works all around me I can't get past the evidence The fact that your invisible, to me, is irrelevant I know your heaven sent, straight to the virgin birth Gave me
, to take me, Take me back to paradise Take me back to paradise (paradise) oh yeah. Ooh, an when it's outta reach, it's just another beach In another town. So get
getting is right. I got the places to see, people to meet, And I'm a-headin' on down the street. A-when I get to old New York town, A-pretty ladies there to show me
for my train to come i don't, wanna get stuck (don't wanna get stuck) don't wanna get stuck (don't wanna get stuck) don't wanna get stuck (don't wanna
off I can't fake step the fuck off Nothing you could take from me Even if you make me bleed, I won't drop Step off - you can't take me down Leave you
and embarrass him in public 'em Just sayin' Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin' me with that is Crip I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know
down on my knees (I thought you loved me) And apologise to you (If you really loved me you would of stayed with me) (And apologised to me that's all
get me Take me away they lying they ain?t with me God Take me away I?m in a twist dizzy Take me away, take me away Take me away you put me here to do
I on the train together, which only seemed to stop when we kissed. Call me weak but it's hard to get off this express train of thought that doesn't stop
a bitch don't like me somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch) [Dave Hollister singing] Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now? [
frieght train, (GRRR!) Mad dog, great thing, BANG! One man gang, Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me, (yeah!) Chef needs a specialty
and them out in Dallas in a palace where the marriage is from living lavash, I'm established, so the carriage will come I'm in the clouds you won't see me on the train