Lyrics:
going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
[Wyclef - Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around
is
And bless other souls in this world that we live
Money can't save you, nor give you joy
Turn to the Lord, he'll give you plenty joy (Yessir!)
Life
Beats by Malice
Four hammers in the back
Yeah, I brought out the ten
And the four in the patio
Fifteen when I met that twelve
Money spent well
[ intro: willie d ]
Thugg niggaz
Ha-ha-ha
Callin all thugg niggaz
(callin all thugg niggaz)
This shit is for y'all
Worldwide
Just like geto boys
I'd say, "Lord save me, take me away from here"
Twenty now, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we
don't live to see
But this hayride is fallin' by
The wayside of industry
Strippin' our history 'til there's
Nought left of
Dynasties of leather and dirt,
you hear me this the motherfuckin' race
two times for the Lord
I fell in debt to my mama
The crib is big as Tijuana
I gotta get this paper like mañana
please
You don't wanna hurt me? Yes!
(? selector, I live by this hour)
Now I'm on flexin', dealing with perception
Young nigga
Young nigga fall in love
me a
Desire for His work, man
Kill me if you want, but I'm
Gon' get back out that dirt, man
Not yet what I'm gonna be
But not what I used to be
I bless
above
See how
God changed me
Na me
Be this
Before
I worse
My work
Na wrong
Story
Na poor
But now
Na God
My life
Better
Dem never see nothin o
can use your mind to advance us
No scams from us cancers
This is me taking my stances
This is me taking my chances
God bless the circumstances
But how
bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin' masterpiece
I'm
folks
Life's been a blessin' on tha real but still no joke
I made money and lost some
Old friends lost none
Guess if ya true there's nothin' left to do
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
tapping
I gotta bless a nigga many times, shit, we ain't got napkins
Dragging this, prioritizing, man, the kitchen too hot
Too many stuff to put inside
of Christmas all others doth deface
God bless the ruler of this house, and send him long to reign
And many a merry Christmas may live to see again
Among
the smoke or get smoked
Nigga what?
You stand ya plan
You faka's join but what's the point you makin'?
Nothin' taken
I seen nigga's come and go
with all our days, we'll always seek His face
We will worship now and ever more, in the welcome of His grace
Bless this house, oh Lord we pray, make it
them chimneys
Or look like Saint Nick
And make sure that yo ass don't get shot by cupid
And make sure that your gingerbread house ain't got no gluten
If
saturating
Thief in the night like a Banshee
One chain something light, nothin fancy
stick to the pack no xannys
Bag full of skittles like candy
Might give
Yeah, yeah
Look
This ain't a tan, my skin the same color as sand
From the motherland, look down and see the world in my hands
Government bans,
Goin' back to being broke
I had roaches in my crib
Sticks and seeds all in my smoke (God bless)
Holiday season
I ain't goin' back to being broke
running a race God already ran
So don't be moved by what you see
And if you are get on your knees
And God will have you in disbelief
On how he'll bless
ticket to hell
If you don't buy him a new suit and a house on a hill
How am I supposed to fill this stadium with prayers
If you deny the ten percent
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