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outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For
outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)
Hey hey hey
had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator

Thank God he your
We peel out sideways (get rich to this)
We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)
Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)
Hey hey hey
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.
I'll fight -- and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell! -- but I've been
She was from North Louisiana in the town of Mer Rouge
I fell in love in a week or two,
It didn't take long to love a girl like that
We were barely
them pawn yacks

[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God it's
Broken words from loud hailers 
Hands raised in the air 
And no tune 

Armed surveillance last dance 
Sparks fly at the first glance 
Helpless face
to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer
let me get through this last one
If you let me make it
If you let me make it through the night God
I promise I'll never have another drink again
I'll
vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housin'
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap
intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we
sad that she missed all of your shows
Last summer but we opened up the balcony door
So she heard you from a far fantasizing about meeting you all
I
had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather forecasts
Ha funny how shit don't last

Crayola with that same same ol' shit
Crayola
It's rare in life we find someone to give us love
A gift from God above
It took us long to seek it, then friends critique it
Cause they ain't the same
and I thank her
Some rappers stink like Englebert Humperdinck
Better yet Dick Cavett, I got a bad habit
Similar to the girl on 'She's Gotta Have It'
I
Pinklady dance with me
All night in a trance with me
Love dove you make me fly
Take me high....

Verse 1 (Malique)
Yo fly Friday, feel slick I'm
Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it
There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these
of our stairs. 
Scented cathedral spire pointed down. 
We pray for souls in Kentish Town. 
A delicate hush the gods, floating by 
Wishing us well, pie
was old, I said my prayers

Then I crowned him on the head
Oh, I blessed him as he bled
Oh At last, the king is dead
God save the queen.

And all
from loud hailers 
Hands raised in the air 
And no tune 
Armed surveillance last dance 
Sparks fly at the first glance 
Helpless face within