Lyrics:
& worst of us
Though the King’s murder was grim
Celebrate His Arising
Share the faith to blind men
Proclaim His greatness ‘Cross this nation, No man is
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
2 step
it's on now
November 6 is the day that its goin on
(Chorus)
(Ne-yo)
So many shots that i can't see straight
All these women around me cats
as we celebrate His birth
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth
She's home, she's home for Christmas
She is home, she's home for
the, through barbed (wires)
We will, will break (through)
So while I hold this bottle of Ciroc
With a hand full of ass
Celebrate the very day that
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
it playin' live
y'all tryin' to make the cut
"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread,
and sing
Imani is faith Kwanza
We celebrate Imani on the last day
The last day of Kwanza is here
It's the first day of the year
Happy New Year
Hey
Light
This is not the place where you define your self or find your shelve
Nor a day in heaven or a night in hell
But Lucy has her arms around you
And you
long to keep my paper long
I got my mind on paper chasing, my focus strong
Mind elevated, so my game is upgraded
Now its money in the pocketk all day
on Gods
So the odds are stacked against me
Distracted by the envy
Is how you not gon' find me
I don't lead a life that's damaging
The drama here and there
is
Non-stop
Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me
Are you aware that we're making history?
This is the first murder trial of our
talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas
The days of planning are over it's time to execute
These days my only objective is just to wreck the booth
Making sure what you're subjected to's
Celebrate the times behind us
How they remind us to
Celebrate the days before us
We're living in the chorus
Looking back at the days gone by
There's
celebrate
When life is good
We made it
The struggle
(Inuktitut speaking)
I woke up held down no tears no sound
Everywhere I look is broken families all
a message of hate, this is just a warning. They will kick you out
The day you rebel against them and stop giving them money. They're just
Allowing you to live
with me baby
Forget your worries and let go
Dance through the night cuz’ Christmas time is here
It’s Christmas Day, and Santa’s on his way
This is
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
ever)
Long live the real forever (Forever)
December 14, 2014
Last day I saw my nigga James
Remember that day like yesterday
It was all love
You never
is I never see it hit the checks
Uncle Sam steady upping his percent
Been investing in my city but my city still a wreck
Feel me falling by
Alright, let me start off by saying this one is another one of our fucking perverts Jamez
This one's for you
Fuck you James, you a pussy anyway
I
Run up a cheque
Nigga just run up a cheque
We want the loot not the fame
We gonna ball like Lebron James
Me and the Royal X Gang yeah
Run up a cheque
Fill up this room row by row
Drop that low, turn up the bass and feel the flow
Feel the tone, make the room shake, feel that bass overtake
You want
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