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the same home but were Emotionally absent
The Gospel of Jesus will be expressed to all
Irrespective of the accent
The Most High has loving intentions
So he

The Saga

Big Noyd

Armed and Dangerous: Best of Big Noyd

2003

when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by

listening
Don't even know the condition you're in
What I told you that God up in Heaven
Can send you to Hell or forgive you of sin
You believe me though?
God

bitches on our nuts (On our nuts)
You tryna be us, Lord have mercy, Jesus
Step aside, boy don't go there
Trust, you don't wanna go there (Trust you don

(Oh)
Uh, no matter what headspace you're in, y'know?
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
Your headspace is your motivation to make the music you wanna make
(Ah)

Calling out Cerberus
These niggas they nervous yeah
Uh
Fuck up a check I don't need no ones help
I'm on your head imma creep where you're kept
I got

little ho details. I am not a ho, and by that I mean it's it's been a while. 

My one sister, she has two kids, I don't even think she likes them. It's not

didn't recognize 
I was your true love You didn't realize 
I'm walking away not by mistake 
You're ain't met to be 
If we were met to be 
We won't fight'

beaten by grown men
Yea I said it, don't regret it
Still alive thank the father in heaven
Plenty nights I'd wish I die
Tears were dry
Wish I could fly
Open

to see the waitress again
Now you're running what a dummy 
Don't you know I', Satan's bitch 
Nigga I could find ya even if I was high and blinded like I'm

any chicas
Can’t even score she ain’t even a keeper
Wearing adidas, you wanna be us, don’t repeat us
We more like Judas, not Jesus, not Buddhas
Leave

In this life you will have tribulation 
That's the Truth
But you can make it out with Jesus Christ
I'm telling you that I'm the proof
I minister,

settle this all?
Some things are better left unsolved
Fuck a detective involved, don't get defensive, Mr. Holmes
I might as well mention the cause

dangerous
Don't
Hold my feet
Let me float
Til i question my magic
And smack to the floor
Broken and torn asunder
Awoke to bones
Snapped by the bad balance

lord and savior 
Jesus Christ 
Don't drink much but this moment 
Imma have to order liquor with ice 
Script playing out u are desire 
While they call me

em like Joe Torre
I reintroduce myself to the world
Nigga Im Jerz im a artist, I paint pictures
I don't rhyme words
More then a rapper, I pay attention

grey
God don't leave me, please stay
Get me happy, get paid
Give me a life of significance
Time for the right to sell songs and be spittin' this
Living

it 100% you know
If you still don't believe me
I dare
Share your dreams with a stranger
See nobody cares
Unless you're on vanity fair
But give it

the sky
So massive high
So massive bright
That I be blinding all em when I be passing by
Oh, oh my, my Jesus
Eat this beat like its recess pieces
And for

fucking body parts
By far what the fuck do you fight for
Automatic rifle gonna have you fucking die hard
I don't fucking give a fucking shit bitch

I don

Zander
Waking up in the morning
Wipe my eyes while I'm yawing
I know that it's been a while but don't ever think that I'm stalling
I'm tripping but

to the people that ain't knew me
But there's layers to my character, you see and you're assuming
Perceive while I'm pursuing, but eat what I'm producing
Even

to the people that ain't knew me
But there's layers to my character, you see and you're assuming
Perceive while I'm pursuing, but eat what I'm producing
Even

the benefits, cars, we dealing em
Don't bring groupies to the hood we killing em
Just to see our numbers grow faces we run them slow
So we can see, up under that