Lyrics:
lord
Live by this, or die by the sword
[Chorus]
John Wayne killed a lot of gooks in the war
We don't give a fuck about John anymore
We all heard his
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
I school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
Written by
Tami Laguerre
Produced by
St. John Paull
Thank you for waiting for me
I'm so grateful you waited for me
My eyes were blind I couldn't
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
Truth
Stepping out on, truth
Faith uh grace
Lord give it bass
Lord
Lord
Give me taste
Lord give me strength
I'm too hell bent
I'm too tapped in
We all
food
But now it's time for fasting
Life everlasting, offer thy I-self
Lord and master and all things in my circumference
Lord Jamar makes
He’s got a penny for your troubles.
He’s got a penny your lives.
He’s says ‘my children I’m not sure.’
You hear a knocking at your door.
Jesus opens up
she's up and left me and I'm walking down the line
Dusty autumn, winds began to blow.
All dressed up in red velvet in her high heel shoes so fine
in the skies
And when the lion's roar is quieter than the choir's chorus
And the lord's horses are faster than Porsches
And of course it says in
and booted, praising His name
Through my trials and tribulations, I'm grateful for everything
I'm so grateful
I'm so humbled by Your love
Oh why
Where
an old forgotten tune
A song that no one knows forgot how it goes
Just john and me forever eternally, Jane Doe
And I'm askin' why lord
If this is how I
food
But now it's time for fasting
Life everlasting, offer thy I-self
Lord and master and all things in my circumference
Lord Jamar makes
And even then sleeping in heavenly peace
Stopped by to see St.Thomas
On a cold and dreary New York afternoon
Something in the air was oh, so rare
I don't
the fate
c wicked city, which he smote
By sword by fire and gate.
-I will rejoice, yes, in the Lord
cnd this verse, you will see.
The text itself, I will
perfect
I'm a son of man and I was born in sin
But the Lord He had His hand on me
So I was born to win
Every single time I did some dirt I hit my knees
to curse the states
Like "Fuck You!"
I kill for my sons with guns, like I'm John Q
Now get celled in hell
The Buddha-blessed smoke
Endorsed by the DLs,
no more lost souls
We can't have our children believing In Holidays made by Heathens
Educate them bout the truth and spirits of the season
Learn them
the army of the lord,
So call me major pain.
Some of you might say I am strange,
Talking about these godly things.
But I know in the end with earth is gone,
I'm a hot nigga, don't tell my 'countant on me
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!
Thirtys in the city movin'
and ruin their women and spit poison into their children
I'm going to scorch the earth with proper Old Testament despair
And teach them that the Gods are
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
you spot a hoe
It’s the root of all evil but I’m feenin that pot of gold
Yea I seen that shit 1st hand how money, fame a change a bro
Thank god me n my
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