There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war
[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world Your instincts telling you to run Listen to your heart, those angel voices They'll sing to
Judging by the voice He was free to himself so real We slaved ourselves to sacrifice More than that we do not know Then you hear him on the radio He
She the type of girl to make you lazy. Don't wanna do a thing, I've been thinkin' crazy lately. Like buying her a ring, I used to be at the party
I'm sending out a message to myself So that when I hear it on the radio I will know that I am fine I will know that I am love I warned myself of the
How did she fall in love, Tired and shaken up , Could it be hangin' around's enough No one was foolin' when we're told about the sense and sensibilty
The angel gabriel from heaven came, His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; 'all hail', said he, "thou lowly maiden mary, Most highly favour
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
I'm picking up on a signal that's in the air tonight It's sparkin' my receiver it feels like dynamite I got the message but I wanna get it straight from
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Michael, message to Michael He sings each night in some cafe In his
There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him, he answered with
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This is a radio message to my baby And I'm begging her, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back I'm sorry that I made you cry I'm sorry