Lyrics:
of fussing can't have a decent conversation
Memories all we got but I still see it fading
By your side from the jump you know the moves I'm making
Sum it up
and don't get stuck
Okay
By the way, that's me on the organ
Aw, Jeez
You start
Okay
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me, a beer
the hell you chasin' son
I told him all about your angel face
Your green-eyed dreams, your head-strong ways
He took my license and ran my plates
I counted
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's
momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
the way sometimes, I have to wait
Oh I can't let you go
It's never been more clear
Lets go catch the sunrise
I'll be at yours by five
Lets go catch
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
it's a video dream
Watch the preacher man work the T.V. screen
He'll take your money, love and promise everything
Ain't no shortcut to salvation
it, you play the game by the rules that's connected wit' it
It's not a win if you lost your respect to get it
Took a loss on my first trip to Broadway
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
couldn't sweat this on a bad day
By the way just in case you never heard
Rappin' 4-Tay, I'm on the smooth tip
Never trippin' off them suckas poppin' off
Step by step I fell in love with you
And step by step it wasn't hard to do
Kiss by kiss and hand in hand
That's the way it all began
Soon we
Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you're here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
My man is my man is your man
Have A Little Faith
Music and Lyrics by Lynda Dobbin-Turner
V1
I know it’s bad, I know how this hurts
You’ve been through tough times before, but
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
An additional 20 million children hungry by 2050
Leading to displacement and refugees
By the way if you only care about the economy
Our GDP will decrease by 2.3
your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects of hard times I've lived in
Wake up in the morning thank God I'm still living
Sometimes I wonder,
your ways and stop
Thirteen years in the projects of hard times I've lived in
Wake up in the morning thank God I'm still living
Sometimes I wonder,
musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
Just tell me when to slide
Tell me when to slide and I'm on my way
Not really into sweets but I love your cake
Almost like there's beauty written
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
kept beating like a drum
I just want to be by your side
Why did you dress so well that day
Never knew that I could fall this way
You better tell me if
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
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