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Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Whatever You Want/Naked Without You (Remix EP) (Taylor Dayne) · (If You Are Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To (Weezer) – and 90 other albums »


want some ass
And whatever you do, do it with class
She wanna E, but to me, you gotta earn it
You can't circumvent life, you gotta earn it
It's
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations
This is your station baby

Look inside these walls and you see them
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods

Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
know who I be
Check it ...

I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods

Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is
got a heart full of dreams.

And we talk about love
And its ?Aw, man. Whatever?
You?ve heard it before,
We?re just preaching to the choir.
Time
other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored
you heard me?
My world ain't worldly, any time could be my time
I get high, but still ain't seen Chicago skyline
In my prime, stakes is high cause
know who I be
Check it ...

I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
your peace
Well, you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If it's information you want you can go get it from the police

Politician got
thangs

Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's
A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer
on put your hands together
I read it in God's word
That he can do exceedingly,
Abundantly, above all that you can ask for free
And whatever you
right, it can't be wrong
Where I am weak, ba-by, you make me strong
I'm down for you, and whatever you want me
To do... it's all up to you, because
Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were
whatever nigga, who want to follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book
either, you do something else that neither likes at all 

You want to talk of Keats or Milton
She only wants to talk of love
You go to see a play
and wreckless
A soap box for lots young and restless
They got ya head bobbin til ya lose ya necklace
Or betta yet bobbin til it leaves you neck less
You know
got to get mad ...
You've got to say
"I'm a human being GOD DAMN IT!

My life has value!"
I want you to get up right now
I want you to get up now
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock
And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop
So clap that shit up
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
Well it's
Nothin' further, I jumped, grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk in my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder, you're killin'
chips and steady growin while haters are steady
Plottin whatever we told them and poppin Ma I know you love it when
We rollin sittin in that baby blue