Lyrics:
Suge? All my Miami niggas, what up Ump
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stissy, what up nigga?
My wife, my
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
Pardon the arts & crafts
Nah it's not a farce in that
Faucet water baptisms
Just to get to god & back
Promise me a rose garden prolly
I'ma show you Joe's
don't wanna start this out Complaining
But how come my partner's
English is their second language
Oh well
I trust that God knows what he doing
So me K Nut
ought to be
Young Billy Brown he took a trip to keep his country free
We're all proud of what he done for the good old USA
But somewhere there's a mighty
boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general
Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say' Stop grillin'
'Fore
all I need
wetting I go ask you for now (what shall I ask for)x2
Chorus
Yahweh Imela - God thank you x2
Igbo translation
Onye kere ụwa Imela
all we got
We gone ride if you right or wrong
If they check we gone bone collect
We been vetted In thunderdome
Wondering what we on,
Them stand out kids
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I
Saying read read but he could not read
Amazing words that he heard
A trembling deep inside his heart
Confused by what had occurred
There was only one who
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
wants to be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga killa, what's up? You ready
the money I be pooky twitching
And honestly about the beef I gives
A fuck what who be Twittin'
Still good with a pen, no Joe Paterno
I count Ninja Turtles
My
pace
Go get it
Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Protected by The Man who conquered the grave
Bled and died and for my sins
the praise
I'm calling on the name with the power to save
And what a mighty name
Said I'm calling on the name with the power to save
And my God is
God
pull up to the stu
Imagine getting roughed out
By the niggers you being with
And i'm goin' crazy
Own race own pace
Cava when i made it
I don't wanna fall
God strong and mighty
Who is the King of Glory
The LORD GOD mighty in battle
Lift up your heads oh ye gates
Even lifted up ye everlasting doors
and then break him off proper
He's a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
No matter what, you can't stop
What down Charlie?
How you doing? Good, hey what up Joe?
I'm just chilling, know what I'm saying chilling, ain't nothing, yo
I said nah man, there's
East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down
torn joe
I think they gay, don't want to play my shit up north
But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way
And what goes around comes around in
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
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