it tells me The Lord be my shepherd so what else do I need Or Psalm 91 says, He'll deliver me If I L O V E the G O D So let go, let go, let go So let
Nova Mind out 'cus you will get run over Reason be I'm a so solid soldier Reason be I'm a so solid soldier Reason be I'm a so solid soldier I thought
after one week, I knew I was hooked, you'd blush at each key stroke of X O, without getting one look at the other side guy his pics might be fake, this
somethin'. you Could be a hoe-ass nigga, you could be a bitch-ass nigga, you could be a Nigga that suck our dicks, if you wanna be that nigga. don't get
look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck with F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe This shit
a couple of friends Say them Thug Life niggaz be like major pimps Stickin' to the rules, wasn't made for sin An' if I die, let it be But when they come
Kansas City I'm not not part of the itty titty bittie committee with the rhyme, you will agree it's me The original, M-U-D, D-F-double-O-T hey it's me
a shimmy with the gauge Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave I be worried about chips, you be
possibility of eternal life Something that can be seen now. The strange things that haunt our skies Moving fast U.F.O.'s fly With pseudo friends, we
OG Ron C fix your damn channel If you think we all right thur, and speaking with bad grammar I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers Rasaq
I show respect to the Swisha vets And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect Lil' O and C N O to the E, 'Face and Willie D Big Pokey, Flip and E.S.G.,
sweat I show respect, to the Swisha vets And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and Willie D Big Pokey, Flip and
Who gives a fuck? If I get caught all I get Is a slap on the wrist My license tooken is a bitch But I still drive with a D.U.I. Crash, see my passenger
invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe And broke it out like a rash Who do I be? The E, the D O U B the L to the E Get your blunt leafs and fire
do he got a conscience? I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be
he got a conscience? I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be
5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be
and all W stands for wayward boys who'll soon be homeward bound X's stand for kisses that we will pass around. Y is for them yellow brats, the laugh will be