Lyrics:
facin' evil people
Some have them wicked ways, some donate they lives just to make us not equal
And oh, my Lord I want to make it welcome in your home,
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
You need to git up, git out and git something
The Lord has brought me out
From a mighty long way-and I don't know why He sought me out
I don't know why He raised me up
Why day after day He
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
the whiskey makes you dream, and the wakin' up is real.
Someday this rocks gonna get on a roll,
Find a way to get ahead of these dues I've paid.
I know
I wasn't really searching for what I found
But what I discovered I know I want know
Hard to describe but I must say it somehow
This tune in my heart
Like u Praising the Lord
Over ya head
Like u raising the forks
Don't give it up
I'm a take it by force
I was raised in a war
I'll bang on ya corpse
to burn up some tires
Our God's work is never done and yet somehow our Lord he never tires
To become a vessel for my creator is the thing that I truly
on the earth
Who is there that can intercede in His Presence, except by His Permission? He knows what will happen to them (His creatures) in this world, and what
what to make of it
I don't know if I could've understood either
You telling me...a virgin expectant?
Please, find me the verse, let me read it
The truth
Yo…Jase inside
Big up westy
Big up jamesy
Will I die old? will I die young?
Right now am feeling numb
Feeling zero emotion
Feel like am trapped in
on how you feeling
Niggas dying everyday dude
Trying every way to
Make a fuckin dollar
All this shit will make you holla
On the couch in ya prada
Know
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
the question that my wifey,
Was asking everybody
She don get belle, and I know deep down
That we both got down
Ekaette belle, my wifey will go crazy
To find out
on the traffic
Dark on the madness
Turn my internet off
All thru the hackfest
Why am I such a topic
No one else gottta deal wit dis
Somehow they know my money will
and my shield,
The LORD who saves me by his might.
3 I’ll call on him and give him praise.
I’m saved; he puts my foes to flight.
4 The cords of death
tested I feel a way (arrgh)
Demons can't stay round here, too hot for the Lord evacuate
Argh!. They get moved up or get moved to In-tuned with the Spirit,
that I take
Not careful with every step that I make
The voices in my head just get in the way
I'm ignoring by setting them straight
I don't beg for
Through Jesus Christ I get to live the very life I live
I will not be deceived, I know who I'm fighting with
Lord show me the way to live a righteous life
Sometimes I cry and say to God was I not lucky in life
Sometimes I cry and ask the lord was I not lucky in life
Everyday am on my way to see I make it in life
the way
Chukwudube
K'ayi mewe
Keep leading us that's all I pray
The reason for the message
Make you know say no lele
When Jehovah dey by your side
them line up to see me
Think that I've come a long way from a queue
Make man bleed if act like a wrong'un
I can have a African yout' blood clotting
right
Say you need me in your life
Your whole life (Yeah)
You do whatever I say (I say)
You will never hurt me (Hurt me)
Loving make me feel amazing
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