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untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
that were wicked and evil I'll be the first
So go ahead and try to beat sin by yourself
Just make sure you ready to lose
Serving this world full
be God
(Whoa)
Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down
Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby
Southern
the old Law
And the result is, more coming to church, yet running from God
With no power people satisfied with just a Godly form
And Na that kind
Curtis
I'm moving assertive
The way to get first place
I done seen some of the worse days
The money come in let it circulate
I talk to god he said they
Yea
So I just want y’all to know that like
Black is beautiful
One of a kind
It’s just amazing
Like I don’t think y’all really Understand
Just how
Ain't gonna be no creeds or doctrines,
Ain't gonna be no philosophy.
Just the word that God gave me, just the way He gave it to me.
Moses climbing up
mouth cause it's just
Falling empty nothings matching with the fathers glory you just talking
Angels stand by watching is this the example of
God you in
fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
That was his ass black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go
you begging for the answer?
Baby fuck it, Yeah I Did
God I know he watching so I’m sorry for the sin
Tryna take me down I got em dizzy with the spin
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
sometimes man I just don't fit
c long time I ain't have no clique
cnd why God do I feel so sick
cnd these days man I just might flip
But I don't even
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
of imaginary scenes
It seems like you're looking for some kind of confirmation
But you're in desperate need of a different revelation
GOD IS DEAD, HE'S JUST
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
household
Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze
In the mouse hole that cheese is not yours
You are not chose by the gods
To live as we do so play
Your
you by my side I'm tired of waiting
Gave you my number I hope she call that's what I'm thinking
Didn't wanna pick up if it wasn't you
The reason my
the medallion to match with the rope
no cars and the trucks in the cars that he ride
lookin' like a star when he glide
I swear to God when he hear the bullet fall
Where he hung and was beaten till the blood he could taste
What kind of love had him treated this way
Just bleeding away while he was bleeding in pain
Goin' half on the sub of the month, that was my woe (that was my nigga)
Used to go to school and studio when the block was slow
He pulled up in
And give up the fight
'Cause trouble had been Paul's middle name
Ever since he'd been captured by God's blinding light
But just when his hope should be
the fuel, lessons learned just like school
Standing tall like a stool, light shining like a jewel (Okay)
My God is the greatest painter that ever was
Next
only way to pull through so that I may get to pursue
This is by no means my music, this is YEHOVAH's music, I'm just a mere witness of His gym shoes
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
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