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Forgive Me Father

Fabolous

Street Dreams

2003

jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle

It’s ok if we take it day by day
I think that the world might call us crazy
But someday soon something’s gonna go our way

Yeah I can feel it in the air

young joc its going down
And i take ya down like chris brown
Don't be on that bullshit its for the clowns
Tie your shoes up
Niggas still tripping tho
Put

we
Cut off the roots of your family tree
Don't you know that's not the way to be

Jerusalem, if I forget you,
Fire not gonna come from me tongue.

a life
So this what you're asking me, (What?) you should really ask your wife
I'll be off with dashing bike, my life touched by the Savior
Needed

gets dimmer by the night. 

[Bridge]

[Chorus]
Ohhhh 
It’s the end of the day 
Try not to worry It’s gonna be ok 
Just put on another show 
And it’ll be

Put the money bag like it's san Andreas
Walkin in the strip club like they gonna pay us
On the tracks with new bricks call that shit a train wreck

anyway
Yeah in the end I think I'd be ok
Cause my jokes are still funny even if you don't laugh
cnd I'm still the best you're ever gonna have
Maybe we need

Packet Man [Worth a Packet Remix]

Digital Underground

This Is an EP Release

1991

Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets 
today? Yo, b, don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So

and spit you six feet under the dirt.

I can't be your martyr.
I won't be your alibi. 
I can't give you what you're after.
Come on, just take my life.

Ok

Gonna do a stir fry
Feelin' fancy
((Oo arr))
Down by the masalas guess who I saw
It was Chris
You know our Chris with the gapped teeth and clubbed foot
I

I’m open for casting, hope that she’s everlasting 
Asking for my occupation, I get paid to be me
Just an artist learning how to be Chris Taylor, you see

Nothing's gonna be okay 
Everyday all day even on a friday
Find a new thing to hate 
Everyday all day even on a sunday 
Everything's gonna be ok 
Everyday all

up
Talk back to me? Better hold your tongue
Walk by yourself to the bag I run
I'll be alone for I hang with the bums
You fit in with the lames

Up everyday
And ik I'm the shii
Ain't nobody gonna tell me nish
Oh what he tryna chat shii
YJ got the yhh
I promise he gonna boom yo shi

M1 be buggin

bitch yeah bro just showed me
Hold up lah bitch yeah I'm tryna fuck her
Ay im tryna get her right now
Hold up lah bitch
She need a plan b
Ok bitch yeah i

When we can't seem
To wrap our mind
When a safe place is hard to find
It'll be ok over time
When the future
Looks almost blind
We can't stop to change

and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever

I gotta be different I'm devil in disguise (Skies, skies)
Look at us you know that we fried (Fried, fried, fried)
Honda riding fast, two barrels by

Yeah, I knew that I should never ever fuck with you
Thought you was different so I had to try my luck with you
Put you on game ain't nobody gonna

your peoples at? They’re absent, we
Gotta put ‘em in the room
We gotta make this cool
We gotta make it when
The hip-hop comes through
I’m gonna be mean

like One Two Three,”
“My son you’re gonna fly, you only need to try.”
“Nothing you can’t be, that you can’t be.”
“No time to fool around, you’re just not

money will be transferred overseas
And
All your services will be rendered by me
We will mek dis all a breeze
With style like these
Profile like these

gotta look too far because the boss's name is Chris and
If you got a problem with it, ima mop ya, dirty dishes
Open season, be a dear, I'll leave you