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of my life and more.
I'll hold his hand and wipe his tears and guide him through the coming years
And so years went by all this time she was chasing
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
dirty
I forget if I pop me a percy
Shoot him like I'm in the league roccin 30
Bullets they fly like a birdie
It's playing all over my head
No heart so I
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia
In front of you
With the ready power tuckin my
Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout
Pretty sour I get packages every hour
to flip bricks like cartwheel
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name
I'd rather die on my feet,
smoke 'em in a pack
Jesus by my side I know he will never lack
I ain't scared of Lucy forces come black on black
Time to give my tithe I just made me
Time !
[Mc Chaos]
Let Him Sleep
Please Take Me !
I Won't Resist
Please Take Me !
He's Not To Blame
Don't Take Him Away !
[Dream League Force Choir
light from the start
So now I put what I have left into art, and I'll still be alive when I give all my heart
You already know what is it, it's ya boy
In eucharistic ecstasy
I'm inebriated by the blood of Jesus
His body, soul, and divinity
Is now all in me
Open up your heart and see
We overcome Satan
is
I think that if I meet him I’ll be buried
The beast
I will be carried by him to the afterlife
[Pre-Chorus]
I must hide in fear
It makes me start
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
thought my heart was ready
I thought id made it through worst
But the worst was yet to come
Sixteen, far too young for a cemetery
I just wish I could have
stones
Try and get at me to hit him
Just type forty acres and a
Mule in your navi system
My hood they kidnapping your kids
See, we try and Tom Cruise
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
of shotgun, let it spark, on the multitude, is that all you got?
Trying to shock the dude, and give him... in his heart
And laugh at him fast like...
running amok
I lost the peace between my legs
So now I'm left to go nuts
I can't give a fuck
I'll push this chain right down to the stumps
Don't play me
what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin got caught
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn
you with all my heart
I'll be found by you says the Lord
If I call on you-I will hear you
And if I pray to you-I will listen
What if I seek you with all
You taking the lead talking about Greece maybe one day
You still in my heart, I'm letting you know
That I'm your rider
Hey mama I'm standing beside ya
controllin' the growl
Open wide, I don't give a fuck, I'm swallowing my pride
And he fast to blast a cat that he think be on the prowl
But I'll never let him
to Treach address, the address,
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-macking so you
pourin out some brew for some homies that we knew
I'm searchin for my homie but he can't be found
I want to give him a pound and let him know that he's
know it's all pointless, guess I'm stuck in denial
I begged you to help him, or just take me
Steal my breath, my strength, anything, just let him be
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