There's nothing God can't do You gotta believe it, just believe it Gotta believe it You gotta believe it Just believe it You gotta believe it You gotta believe it Just gotta believe it
You're gonna be okay Gotta believe it, just believe it His love for you is gonna get you through There's nothing God can't do You gotta believe it, just believe it
don't believe it's all for nothing It's not just written in the sand Sometimes I thought you felt too much And you crossed into the shadowland And the river was overflowing
ever it comes Crowded with some players Oh, it some hoes in here It must be some players in the atmosphere I say ooh, it some hoes in here It must be
around In space And yet I've watched it growing. Oh, I know you're listening Lord, So wont you please don't make it hard I know I shouldn't believe
my life started seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
, who knew I'd make it this far? But it ain't easy, please believe me, sometimes I'd fall And I told my mom I pray she sees the day When I'd make it big
'shorter I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in his daughter I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
't believe it's all for nothing It's not just written in the sand Sometimes I thought you felt too much And you crossed into the shadow land And the river was overflowing
Crack me up, you crack me up Look out for dreams that keep returning ?cause magic ain?t no hand-me-down yearning you gotta feel it you gotta want it
look as so marvellous hair Dead nicotine filling life ..... in the city You gotta see this but I am back resting peace parting it I start thrilling .... out of my consciousness It
Three 6 Mafia [Chorus] OOHHHH! It some hoes in here It must be some players in the atmosphere I say OOHHHH! It some hoes in here It must be some players
those And - layin' it down, just like it's suppose to be layed Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made Don't believe? The proof is in the pudding
poor Without God to worship, see we would be more lost Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws A ghetto child occasionally blunted in Mansions My cup overflow
