the stars Are the gift someday The moon and the stars Are the gift someday The moon and the stars Are the gift someday Are the gift someday Are the gift
out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck
say what is right? To protect a soul or to save a life? Is it a plague or a gift -- the ability to create in the way of the Gods? We are instinctual
nigga 'til I'm frozen Gift from the almighty let me know I'm chosen While you haters hopin, that I'm never pokin out, like some Spre's, steady spinnin
had prayed for years for children Were losing faith and close to giving up Then a young girl with no way to keep her baby Laid in their arms a tiny gift
roll that blunt [Equipto:] Yeah, we smoke, that 4-1-fiever Kick that diva up out the Beamer Close out cleaners, jeans is creased Million Dollar mouthpiece, West
me [Michael Jackson] When you?re down and out There seems no hope at all [Usher] But if you just believe There?s no way we can fall [Celine Dion] Well
[Too $hort: talking] Send a shout out to the homie Pac Know you out there somewhere right now writing rhymes man, laying tracks Straight love, you know
replay Talkin bout walkin miles of roads he paved Travel out droppin bombs with no delay [Overlaps with chorus] And now I'm out and out on and on the
(feat. Latyrx) [Gift of Gab] And I come like this [scratched] I've got a few things I wanna say [Gift of Gab] I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
frame of mind Electricity combined with mind soul and the way I flex the agility Focus ability makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty Trying to fill me out
(feat. E-40, Richie Rich) Ha, ha, south, west, riders, south, west, riders. [E-40] Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen, on my way to see
/Aftermath, Mobb Deep and Nas Salah Edin, K-West, Jigga Man, DMX Plus Missy Elliott, but that's that, for real Cuz see rap spoke on Brooklyn and spoke out
If you wanna test my testicles You can live like Fruits or fuckin' vegetables Uh [Chorus: Don Cisco] Now it's that dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west
3] We're good to go [x2] A benz pulled up figured it was dis So on twelve twenty-fifth give me all the gifts I mean, each year christmas rolls around For mucho gifts
ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge Your style is Major Damage, it's played out
jazzy jeff on the wheelz We got to show em we got to show em the way it used to get done man We got to show them the way it used to get done jazzy Yo
[Chorus: Parrish Smith from 'So What Cha Sayin'] Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel [x4] So what cha saying [Verse One: Redman