Yo, Big Will in the place to be, mic check and a mic check and a Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town? Would you love me if my pants was hand
better chill before you climb a tree you can't get down [B SECTION] Ok, people dissing Will sat on a wall People dissing Will had a great fall All the king's horses and
?' & judging from her t-shirt, I could tell that she was chilly So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta She said she come from Cuba and she
this record and you know it's you What you need to do is pump ya brakes Rule number 1 is just like 2 The who-do's and what-not's and what you should
Since I was 5, I've been dying and trying to read it When I did I did, it redefined it Now you was 34 when you found Jesus after your life fell to pieces
went from rags to riches It got goblins in it, haters and witches, uh And then what happened? Ah well baby, he, ahh, met a girl and he fell in love And
the seeds you ruined? Found is Esco, dead Prez and them Found is Lauren Hill Found is Rakim Found can be you If you felt the message and ask yourself
you and All I wanted was a moment or two to See if you could do that switch-a-roo and Shut your mouth fool, get your crew and The thick body and the
me and my men on CNN Then the birth of the inevitable hate begin 'Cause hate is the child to greatness The glue between Neo and the Smiths in the matrix
gotta go get him, Will is my Soulmate" We gotta be together how could we not be together But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they
the stage is amazed and gazin' Prayin' for the day they would one day praise him Studied the ways of the game and made it Came through the maze and the haze and
He can break dance and he can pop He can rap, he can act And if it comes down to it, he can scrap Hey there, here comes Big Will again Here comes Big Will
won't play me though Ever since 'Summer time' they ain't liked none of mine Even though the fans went out an' bought enough I guess, they think that Will
), Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby (why), Don't cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and my Turkey
boo, do what you want me to do And let nature take it's course, on this rendezvous A Caribbean cruise, a little jazz and blues And we clutch our tongues
Amy Grant & Michael W. Smith) I call you on the phone But you're not at home Where do you go when you're hurting Hear you're down again Lost the will
