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He
what is this
I feel something in my spirit
I think it is time
To put on 
The armor of God

Mi get prepared for the army
Not holding the hands

degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea

Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk

the village
Dick in her mouth it's hard to hear the sentence
I can't make it out like what you saying Willis
Try all you want it hard for them to kill us
We

u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me

My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's

I can't be your only remedy
Tryna save you is gonna kill me
So write it down, put it in a song
Hope you pour it out
We'd all feel less alone
'Stead

ON GOD

Young Thug

Death Race for Love

2019

made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my

them all (don't be jealous)
I'm the best in LA in LA
Or wherever the fuck that you stay

It's all copastetic
Hip-hop no longer face Armageddon
Call me

Yea!
Only god alone
When things nuh going right
Only god alone
How I make it through the Night
Only god alone
Ina who's hands I put my life
Only god

my tupac to my janet baby
I would let him get it in a heart beat
I put my hands up high when he
Stick it in baby it feels so good
I know that he want

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

I'm starting to feel like this is God's plan, yeah, so I'ma leave it to you, I'ma leave it
God's plan, yeah, so I'ma leave it all in God's hands

To All D.J.'s

Warren G

Take a Look Over Your Shoulder

1997

yo hands in the air 'cause we back again
With Hershey L-O double see doe, funk by the kilo

And we know, how to keep it on the G Low
Incognito,

flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force

Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]

Raekwon

R.A.G.U. Rae and Ghost United

2007

flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force

on the rocks in a party cup
That's a low ball
These skills pay the bills
Nonbelievers can eat a snow cone
While I snowball
Get money
Get money you all
Get money

inducted
In is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game
'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in

think it's time to switch to lyricism
Peep the riddle
I was born in mint condition
I'm everybody's life's mission
All right, listen
Put me 'round your

I'm just finna put my 10,000 hours in
I'm just finna put my 10,000 hours in

I roll up a Philly
I'm smokin' like I'm Willie
I've got to go get it
My

different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in

dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put

and I give it all back 

(OUTRO)
Leave it in God’s Hands, I ain’t got it understand, Leave it in God’s Hands, I keep it one hundred grand, Know I’m in

And he won't let me fall in the enemy's hand

Oh, I'm just glad to know that God saved me
His grace and his mercy
They watched over me all night long
If it

out, I put my trust in God go have my haters shook
Bitch ever look Genjitsu, now I got a hooked
I'm really mobile, just touch the back while rapping let

of anything evil committed by him

The wife of the governor said, Now the truth is clear to all
It was I who sought to seduce him, and he is surely