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AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen

From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.

Alleluia, Alleluia
For our
Words & music:gary chapman, amy grant, and michael w. smith

Sad goodbye
Never quite got said
Now the time is gone
We're movin' on
Even though it
(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
(Erick Sermon) 

What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin 

My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin 

You like me  I can tell by your
a sleigh ride together with you, with you

There's a Christmas party at the home of Farmer Fred
It'll be the perfect ending to the perfect day
It'll
Just say Michael
And this Christmas is your's

[Chorus:Repeat x3]
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga
Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testing
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end 
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such 
By the time that he
Game is back

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my
Everyone in Nacodoches
Knew Tom Ames would come to a bad end
'Cause the sheriff caught him
Stealin' chickens and such by the time he was ten
anything, anything

Real nigga in your presence
Money couldn't change me past or the present
Homey I'm the essence
Tote a smith and w
Eyes hella tiny in
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
on some dark shit, niggaz are plastic

Tec-9 blast through your Avirex fabric
What's the fuck up with Mister Cee and Mr. Magic?
Steve Smith, gon' STILL
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known 'cause I just want
like that
Say H.A.W.K, what why'all use to do fool
When you was growing up

[H.A.W.K]
I use to sit and watch the Flinstones, Gucci rolls
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
the legendary, cap peelers we the illest
of the realest blood-spillers, we guerillas (NIGGA FEEL US)
All day, right back at you live
from William Berkowitz
to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces

Let's do this for the people
Let's make
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
[Verse 1: SPM]
I'm in da Hill W- double O - D Texas
Got three benzes, and quick reflexes
I'm a eat me breakfast, with the Mexicans
Break dance in my
[ VERSE 1 ]
Every year I hear "Happy holiday"
What's my religion? I do what the dollar say
That's why I celebrate Christmas
Cause this overweighed
was chillin' in a Ihop, overheard a conversation
Both of them niggas killas, one of em was Michael Caden
Big brother The Jason
I went to school with