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if I made a mistake leaving my last job 
That's a long time to do anything
I never let it define me
Which was fine by me
But now I feel stuck in

she got dick in her mouth
So many dollars I could fill a house
If your man make a problem we could take him out
When you at the top, you do what you

to the Father Who saves
 Hallelujah, Holy Spirit fill this place
 Oh hallelujah, all the glory, honor, and praise
 
 Singing
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb that was

the strength of your love and do what only you can do
Flood that space, this open place with love, with LOVE
Fill them up with you GOD
For you are LOVE

hear our cry

Desire of every nation
Fill this house with glory
Let the nations shake
At the sound of Your Name
King Jesus

You deserve to be adored

a house made of light
Reminding us of the rock on which He built His house

But now we labour in vain unless we restore His promise
What happened? Let us

on the block, you was under your pops, remember
We gon' take it back with this, let's go

Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like
Julius

come sweet pass tea and sugar 
Come celebrate me oh my nigga 
I want to buy house for my mother o

Nigga make you help your fellow man 
I know say life

no love, they cross you for the paper
So I'm out the way, they let him cook, but this cake make a baker

And fuck a hater, got blessings the size

This unbearable heat will have your soul on ice
Come alive stay alive be my only advice
Cuz a pound of blood would be the price to have a life

My lawyer

on to a love
It has to fill you up
I'm never giving up on you

I can forgive if you can forget
Just live and let live with no regrets
This is our song,

and we gone do this shit through the night
We don't play that weak shit
Gas in my lungs fill up the tank
Pull up and park roll up some dank
Passing

Steel

Wolfsbane

All Hell's Breaking Loose Down at Little Kathy Wilson's Place

1990

Red - Get out of bed, 
Fix up your hair,
I got paid and I'm bored, 
Lets paint this town red.

Loco 

Baby my truck is rolling, 
My wheels are

Yeah
The same story
Get your piece and aim for me
My grave stormy
Patterned by the rainstorm he
Writ it down my energy gonna make stories
My little town

No Nuts No Glory

Geto Boys

Till Death Do Us Part

1993

knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he done gave you shit
Not even a funky ass

Mad Mad World

Jumpsteady

Chaos Theory

problems? 
Your little girl, 
And do you know why? 
Cause it's a mad, mad world 

Yo, don't let this thing called life kick you in the ass 
(There's too

lost, but had your friends 
You just wanna feel glory, make music, tell your story 
Get to the top, whether peaceful or gory, you got 
So much ambition,

dollars to 221B Baker Street
With dark magic I will help you meet women in your area 

Arthur Conan Doyle is in the house
And I came to stay
He's at least

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,

where I sleep
You can fill your mouth with the dirt where I sleep

Let's bet who wins (This time)
I like to play with your mind

All is hell...All is

Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God Almighty
All the earth is full of your glory
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna in the highest

Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God

we understand the fullness of Your glory
By calling You this and that
But the reality
Is that we can't fully comprehend how You can be all of
Who You

shoulda never let the Corps in
we never sleep bitch you'll never catch em snorin'

White flag waving I'm totally ignoring
cuz you shot a friend of mine this

They'll only throw you commas when you spell it out like I did
Even Stevie coulda seen this shit was Timing 
But still I know my Killy down to fill you with