Lyrics:
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
foresee
Its plan to bring such suffering
A tear departs from gazing eyes peering past the glistering gates
My beloveds once touched by death reside in
I didn't want to come and I don't want to
Be here i'm the son of an
Atlanta City police officer
My cousin is an Atlanta City
Police officer and my
keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch
We gon'
It's all about this money, kid
It's all about this money, CREAM
Y'na'mean? I gotta get it, son
I gotta get it, my pocket's hurt again
(Cash rules
to the script until the scene switch, I wrote this movie, get this money is what the theme is
I'm smoking weed like a weed head, Mimosas by the oceans with
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
rest
(Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life
Electric word, life, it means forever)
I call shotgun
I call
prejudiced
Verse 2 (my fav ras verse)
God's most beloved urban scholar
Catch me chillin with
Killas and sharpshooters
Quick to put more pumps in your
Chest
the door
Like a cameo
It ain't here to stay
I'll admit
That's debatable
But I'm Johnny Cochran with this shit
My head is inflatable
Ego off the Richter
By your gentle move
I’ve never been treated like this before
waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin' that shit, I can see it in his eyes
Comin' up Wise, and locs is close
And locs ride
DISCERNING OF SPIRITS
Foundation
cll can be Led by the Spirit of God
“For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God”
(Romans
Peach fuzz, and he can't even grow it!
I wanna take him far away from this place
Then I turn and see my sister's face and she is
Helpless
And I know
was all redeemed by the Son's blood
What you know about growing up feeling unloved
My first husband was abusive. Literally, everyday
Used to wake up
wheels
Can't stop, won't stop, all I see is meals
Mind ya biz, curiosity kills
Floatin' by, check out my gills
Easy as nothin', best watch your back
Them
you people?
This town stays in disarray
Till the rules are the same for us all, hey
Our beloved kin, never learned to fit in
Now I pay for my
to my King
Son of Yah
My Song of Songs
Sweeter than honey on my lips is Your taste
Oh You're my Beloved
Yeshua
I come running into Your chambers filled
righteous, even as he is righteous
He that committeth sin is of the devil
For the devil sinneth from the beginning
For this purpose the Son of God was
wanna pay
For no hospital statements
Oh no
Not today
That ain't good for the paper
I got in my bank-getting Franklins from phrases
This life is so amazing
unremembered completely with only him and God being aware and observers and participants in our dreams guiding fight pathwayed out
And finally as my beloved one
settlement
Commas I tend to see, arrested development
And they can't snooze on my clique, the rest is irrelevant
We settled in, me and my fellowship
I
for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
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