had come to be The Son's gonna rise and shine Make the lame walk, the deaf talk And give sight back to the blind Bring a light into the darkness No one
text, Practicing on your safe sex world. Cause... Please believe that the minute that I see that girl, ...and I can't really wait so long. Text messages and e-mails, Leaving little voice
whoa) boomin for you. (Whoaoo whoaooo) (Verse 3 {Avant}) It feels like heaven when were off in this room together. I Can hear the music playin, then I hear ya voice
strong and you've believed Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Be strong, believe Be strong, believe
you know who you wrap again?) Who's on your side? (And your tears are justified) Who's on your side? This isn't make believe A faded picture show As
away asylum-seekers, Fed us suspicions and fears. We didn't raise our voice, We didn't make a fuss. It's funny there was no one left to notice When they
thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one
one whos been with u for months (what you talking about) Do u think that im dumb? (no babe) No wait hold on, am I done? Tell me truth, am I number one
me have to look back, Everytime Im in the showers, Are you mad? Ive got a number 1 to make, Cheques to receive that you wouldnt believe, T show off your voice
The Lord's voice booms down "he is saved." Henry ascends to Heaven, favoring the Devil with a little wave as he goes. At this point, the impartial observer, if one
one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh, I go on with my bad self I?m the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I?m
black and white tube and Mack and the Gene are one of mine show Hangin with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice
pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god he make this stop, better have 9 lives nigga speak [Man's Voice]
Shady We're back Nothing can stop and nothing can change it And you better just make new livin' arrangements If you think you the top and king of the
living in a house with a fucking elevator Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert, and Aiken ain't gonna make it They get so mad when I call them both fagots All these fucking voices
4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraff necks poverty will make
a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make