Lyrics:
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Rose found herself back at the shack. When she opened the door, everyone looked shocked and surprised. They had no idea they would ever see Rose
1. Send a prayer up for me, life been getting too deep
2. Living in a fake world you would think it's 2D
3. Fabricate reality, fairytale, fantasy
4.
to see me
Unless I'm creeping up on you in black and 3-D
Laying my stunt get down
Like a Westside clown is supposed to, smoking bi-coastal
A nigga got
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
to get up in your pockets and break you down
For 18 years, so who raping who now
Ninety-nine point nine percent not
I mean I ain't that baby father, I
administration
Determined to shut it down
I attended some of the parties
Had encounters with some of the boys
I was haunted by my nature
And a punishing voice
I
hand I open the door
My mom welcomes me with a newspaper and a letter
I see pictures of my father fetched down by shots
In that moment I?m only
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
how you
Only need yourself in life
It's closed doors that keep on
Opening up for wealth in life man
It's getting hard to understand
I'm getting bigger
the father praise the son praise the Spirit three in one
Whatever's going on know its not done its not done
Its not over its not over its not over its not over
the father praise the son praise the Spirit three in one
Whatever's going on know its not done its not done
Its not over, its not over, its not over, its not
father
Once tried to burn down her house
While her mother was inside she did odd
Jobs after school: She was a customer-service
Rep for a while, but that
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
And mothers with their babes
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin'
her neck around
She bound it round his head around
He set her down at her father's door
Then her true love she saw no more
"Awake, awake, awake," said
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Greatest gift is this life ascending up to the 5th
Three is the cutoff then up by eight
Get a quick five then i'm up at the plate
Always
looked up at his father- loked up with big round eyes:
His father said:' Victor, my only son, don't you ever tell lies.'
It was a frosty December, it wsn't
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