breed anymore. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the
her destiny Destiny And she never felt love from someone Oh, never had love before Just another cry of desperation That no one stands up for Janie?s
found you There's no more emptiness inside When we're hungry...love will keep us alive I would die for you Climb the highest mountain Baby, there's
me with brutality [Destiny's Child] Talk to me So you can see [Destiny's Child/Britney Spears] (First Chorus) Oh what's going on What's going on Yeah
love you Images of innocence charge Him go on But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate Binding
six figures bigger, and my book's kept up Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me now? Y'all a group with one star, like Destiny's Child Fuck that
per hour Towards my destiny Making decisions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up
yea" like she Destiny's Child [BOTH] We about to cook [Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then [BOTH] LET'S BE OUT! Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Timbaland] That's
me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Gotta know to get dough And he betta be street [Beyonce] (Destinys Child) We like dem boys up
punish me with brutality Destiny's Child: Talk to me So you can see Destiny's Child/Britney Spears: (First Chorus) Oh what's going on What's going
to stop tripping You don't even know the deal for real Nothing but love and respect for this girl That's why she's laced with these diamonds and pearls Now I know she's
punish me with brutality Destiny's Child: Talk to me So you can see Destiny's Child/ Britney Spears: (First Chorus) Oh what's going on What's going
up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine For
miles per hour Towards my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up