world Will do you no good When you're in hell I'm talking 'bout Christ Life for free I'm talking 'bout Christ Can't you see You're outta luck Give it up
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it means you would be, come on and lift up your hands Everybody lift your hands if you know that Jesus is worthy Open up and give Him praise let's do it
light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke
into my shit Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it I'm the nicest, like almighty Isis You want my flow? No, it's priceless Got to set it, G, to let '
I'ma stop it 'fore it starts Sense from you, and I felt the full effect of a broken heart Garunteed, I get you in the bed and it's over with I crucify
up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your
dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is
know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The way things are going They're going to crucify me Saving up your money for a rainy day Giving all your
when I receive bread Talk up on somethin' short and thick, go straight to the bed with it But on the low, low 'cause someones always watchin' like a Fed visit Crucify
And I could sing like an angel Songs so humble and so thankful Full of drama and emotion So the world would know Your truth I could give away my money
Satisfaction You know it ain't about the money Or the power Or the fame It's not about a great position It's not religion It's not a game Take up your
You didn't take the trouble to have them crucified It's wanting, it's needing It's strength is fuckin' breathing Good god there's nothing I can do It
hopeless lives It sickens me I refuse to give in for your prize, I will not believe in your lies I refuse to give in for your prize I will not believe
my knees, my face on the rug One more prostration for my salvation My jinns buggin' up, its got me fuckin' up The call of my flesh and my soul won't
greed Wanting to be intellectual Drifting from the way, she got turned down one day And now she thinks that she's bisexual Caught up in emotion, burning up
m in Hell's kitchen It?s sickenin' to my stomach I?m runnin' a 100 mile But still can?t escape from it I pray you show me the light It?s only right,
