Lyrics:
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
on the whole human race
He says, I'm somebody
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody)
on the whole human race
He says, I'm somebody
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody)
will not leave you
Whatsoever years may bring
If by earthly friends forsaken
Still, more closely to Him cling
Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand
And love her like Jesus
Love her like Jesus
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock
hand
Miracles for my hand
When I fly I nogo land
Cause e hold my hand
e put money for my
School shoes for my hand
Fine massa for my hand , for my hand oh
Chamberlain
One foot in, one out of the chamber lands
Gave his life to God on his death bed, praying hands
Hold me father, I'm a 70's soul with vices
Heavily
fever
Cabin fever
The captains free-hand is a cleaver
He rations his beard, and he fashions his jerky
And he carves his peg outta the finest
set aside (Sheesh)
Hop in his Uber, let's split a ride (Skrrt)
Look, I know that He beat it
I promise that death is defeated
Ain't no need to hold up
stress to His hands
Keep holdin' on, bear with me (hold on)
There's too much negativity in this world but I pray we'll feed more positivity instead
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
the right way
Until we reached a suitable city to dwell in.
So lift your hands and thank God for His marvelous kindness
cnd for all His miracles of mercy for
them
Stay by their side
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock of our
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held
by his hand
So the people gathered, one by one, as shadows began to fall
To worship a new god, save their souls and be ready for the call
Bow down,
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
black raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs Rael`s tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air in his beak.
Suddenly, black cloud
on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
see
(So all of the world can see all of your plan)
On no the devil ain't got no hold on me
As His great army we stand
(We will all stand by Your side in
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