Lyrics:
where is their God
Are God is in heaven he does whatever pleases him
But their idols are sliver and gold made by human hands
They have mouths but cannot
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
But God's filled you with a purpose
The path you're walking is the right path
John 13:7
You may not know now but later you'll understand
Patience
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch
Put your hands up high
Hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
live for the honor
They'll kill for the honor
They'll die for the honor
Wise guys take life from the box
Look judge in the eyes
Put they hand
[Chorus]
Every once in awhile
You need some ol' skool company
Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove
And a old school melody
When God, his son
talkin' noise like a big boy
Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups
Cambo if you throw the lob you'll get your assists up
Swear to God, God said
the way he tried to lend a hand And now thats passed & i dont really give a damn its EMG CFAM!!
I said back up back up
Motha fucker makin me mental i got
with me, where you at
Blowing checks, with the gauge, and the rage of a cat
Speaking of the god john
Ayo, it's the devil get yo shit gone
Dimmadome's
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust
with the buck-toothed flow
Oh, that's Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand
To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam
Oh my goodness! Trust
Street
I took my Eileen by the hand
"Walk with me" was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street
That night Rain Street went
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
planting your faith
Only in christ it will stay
Know a tree by the fruit, it gave
Fig trees will wither away
Only the strong in christ will stay
Trust in
networking
How you playing this shit like you found us fucking or something
Like I can't even remember her name, are you sane?
John I'm fed up, that's when she
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
a Rockstar a true rock and roll
Pull up on the guards and tell them they could go
Hey what you watching us for leave my tomb and go
This act is by God that's
Haven't had a break since Halo 3
Give it up for John-117
Because a Halo's empty without me
Master Sword strapped on his back
And he's well-practiced in
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
Written by Tami Laguerre
Produced by St. John Paull
Yeah you
You
Yeah you
You put the stars in the sky and the rainbow too yeah
Your promises are
And branded by low
You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
[Chorus]
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
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