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What must not be suffered for sin to atone
From infancy sorrow and pain Thou must know
Till Thou on the cross tasteth death's bitter woe.
Dear
the baby in a manger that saved me from my desires
And set me up for a higher calling than what I acquired
Filled me with fire and he sent me on a mission
with scenery and thick with history
From Spanish settlements lead by Junipero Serra
And Shakespeare plays from the 1700's era
She's astounding... Once
by your fuckin cousin
Our cross protect us when we not together
It's shining bright
That day was hell, haters wish ya well I guess grind right
23rd now
still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin' fact
I'm ragin' like
is up but I stay low
I'm Makaveli I went ghost
I don't wait for them to gift me flowers I'm the jack that takes his rose
I'm too drunk off confidence
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
And the theatre's fillin' to the brim
With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from
acting brand new, I told her to kick bricks
She told me that she didn't know me, I told her, "bitch you ain't know
I'm Lil. AB from the Low End, Cross
life is a movie
Shoot a nigga like Jack Black
My shit ima pop that
If a nigga pop at me
Ima pop back
Sacks fifth avenue where I shop at
Blink blink see
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
way
If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
the strong safety Polamalu at the back
Never miss a target, cross you out, Union Jack
In the streets i'm Ghost with my Tommy
Dismantle any Unit like Game did
for fugazis
Don't you ever, ever ever try to play me
There's a reason I don't fuck with y'all
Bunch of frauds, bound to double cross
Dare you to tempt
time by the meals couldn’t even see the sun
Been like this since 10
How the fuck could he win
He ain’t have a chance
No one to show him what’s a man
Boss Don Biggavel' beanie Sigel, yeah
What you want from me roll the blunt for me
Hold me down, me down
Roll this, slut, for me i'm tryna bone
Me
Shorty looking from the corner
Cop shit I know she wanna
Arrest me
I'm fucking her once
Then I'm fucking her friend
Damn man it get messy
It get messy
But
wit all the drama
Imma blow up off this got shii planted by osama
Man that nigga broke he get his meals from McDonald's
All these chopsticks you would
around
But if you jack me your whole families going down
Your motha, your daddy, your aunty, your cousins, they all going out by the whole dirty dozen
can check your mother's skirt
Harry on the ball, kane scores them all
From the floor to the wall he makes the call
With Jack on the left he can pass
[Master P]
Niggaz, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't
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