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To C-H-R-I-S-T 
To Christ, we are bound to win

That's why I'm saying 
Hallelujah
little romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
And by and by

You
little romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
little romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
And by and by

You
C H R I S T M A S

C is for the Candy trimmed around the Christmas tree
H is for the Happiness with all the family
R is for the Reindeer prancing
C H R I S T M A S

C is for the Candy trimmed around the Christmas tree
H is for the Happiness with all the family
R is for the Reindeer prancing
just stopped when I saw your eyes on me
H-Y-P I'm hypnotised
H-Y-P I'm hypnotised
H-Y-P

People look at me
Standing by my self
But I only can see
underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You
little romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
You May Think I Don't Worry, I'm Blase And Cold,
My Appearance May Give That Impression, I'm Told,
That Where You Are Concerned, I Just Couldn't
to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills ?
And that's real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Nigga come into the war and I'm
popping

I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this b***h
Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
Vip
-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Yes I am

Uhh, Uhh
Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from
1,2 uhh 1,1
1,2 uhh 1,1

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

[verse one:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
little romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.

I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
appetite,
Depending on your appetite

So if you take - Then put back good
If you steal - be Robin Hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think
appetite,
Depending on your appetite

So if you take - Then put back good
If you steal - be Robin Hood
If your eyes are wanting all you see
Then I think
never crossed my mind
Bill was a friend and he was God Uncle to my only son
Now it looks Uncle Billy wants to be his step-mom

Now you see I was ready
C is for the candy trimmed around the christmas tree,
H is for the happiness with all the family,
R is for the reindeer prancing by the window
[Bushwick Bill]
It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga
Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger
Straight from
1,2 uhh 1,1
1,2 uhh 1,1

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

[verse one:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud