Lyrics:
quietly
Imma do that because I am a man of piety
And I wanna help you avoid being judged by our Jewish society
But as for me & you baby, it's over, entirely
baby
Come and take me
Take me by the hand
Show me
Here I am, baby
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
would go into the hospital
And pray
Hopped inside the truck
And we were on our way
Went inside
And laid hands
On the sick where they lay
Praying in
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
the block
Don't you know that we got the trap on lock
You better feel it cause we gone flood the block
We lit, we live
And wherever we at he's on our side
or Latina man dead that
There is no in between
We all wearin' our red caps
Don't take Gender out of language
Don't take Gender out our children
Don't you try
Flood the plate, twenty four karats that intake
I'm all over the globe, like water in moat
Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves
[Chorus: Ghostface
ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka!
he's always missing something
Something tells me that
By blade, by bullet, by flood or by flight
I'm gonna ditch this body in the city tonight
Because
and free
When we face the storms of life, we will never be alone
For our God will be with us on the way
Hand in hand, side by side, we won't be frightened
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
Here we go
Come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand (take my hand)
Close your eyes (close your eyes)
With you right
the new me's withdrawing
From the old world vision
Plug the flood
From the perspective of a rain drop
Hung to dry, dead by a thread
Coming out our clothes
disciples persecuted
And Your standards of morality are disputed
They indoctronate our children by just changing the law
Don't know the law so they sin but
Motherboard for the flood gates and the flood open
Damsel in distress she in a raft floating
She move over on time for the back lotion
Couple strokes of passion
prepared
For Franconian wrath
Drink as much as you can
We have enough booze for a flood
Taste the piece of our culture
Taste Franconian blood
It floats
allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry
[SCHLOMO]
We have arrived at a moment in our lives
When the future passes into our hands
We can find out are we really strong enough
To fulfil what
rising the price upon his head
Our sunshine, our sunshine
Through fire and flood, through tears and blood
Through dust and mud still riding on
Forever
never sellin' our dream
It's D, Joe, that they don't know
Our team yo, I am a pro
Don't believe, me, you can go ask Joe
Or go to see, Dee, nine times
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
You can find me in the cut
H-Town y'all know what's up
We all came up from the mud
And now it's our time to show love
Ey
You gotta throw them H's up
with a rhyme
Danny D, are you ready?
Ready as I'll ever be
Steady, you know, Joey Joe is ready
Jordan and Jon, yeah, come on, we got a funky, funky
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