Lyrics:
don't come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
Father, You're so good
We just wanna thank You on this one, Lord
It's all about You, Lord
Clap, Put your hands together
If you love Jesus Christ,
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
dance party, summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William Blake
We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA systems
We dictate our
it
All my haters was hoping that I'd be nothing
So every time I pass by, I keep stunting
But my line is always open if you need something
We dream
bloom
I gotta bloom!
One way or another. 50 pack put it down on his brother
He was crying but it wasn't his mother. He was crying but it wasn't his mother
Aye yeah
Let's get it poppin
Yeah yeah aye
Let's get it poppin
Yeah yeah aye
Cuz I need your strength lord
I need it yeah
If it wasn't for the luv
I
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
again
All my niggas need a plan, 'cause all my niggas need to win
Always was a winner even when I wasn't 'posed to
The money getting bigger as if it
you by my side
Never leave me oh Jah
I will fall without you by my side
Never leave me
Oh Lord
I will fall without you by my side yeah
Lord if you
the buzzer-beater win
Skrt skrt if you wasn't with us shooting in the gym
This for the day ones, wolfpack
What up Omo, what up Jack
What up Yeme, what up Ito, what up
down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all (Whoa, bad, bad so bad)
Hard luck and trouble is my only friend
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
through the Lord's grace
I am myself, no need to buy a face
I'll say it to any MC's face
I spit bars for free, fuck a rate
You say he's the best, but his
Words and Music by Jackie Gouch?erris and Andrew Gouch?f it wasn't for the times that I was down
If it wasn't for the times that I was bound
For
Williams), Maharishi, DPMHI
Shout to Harley Bleckmen, Damien, and my big brother Nash Money Dollars
Alex, shout out to mag the over Slammin' Kicks, Dough
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it
Intro/Chorus:
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be
worried bout the Lord forgiveness
Cause when you coming from the bottom its a lotta sinning
Could of made it by now if I was bout the gimmicks
But, I
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
soldier always
For home is by you
Your happiness has got to be the prize
If I ever go to war
And I'll need a promise from God
That you'll be here
a flat tire out of the game
The way I acted ain't no telling when I'll be at it again
If ever
Cause my hope shot and love for me never staying
It take
crazy potential
Before he went to the house for the mentally
Disturbed, before he had crazy truck jewelery
If he wasn't scrambling, you could have fooled
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