Lyrics:
don't play by the rules makin' no sense today
Gotcha on line so you think it's okay
Better built cell block, mos def say
That's where you gonna stay,
street
Can you see the bright lights of Joyland by the sea?
Oh come with me
Heavens above what a lovely day
Beats all the city break holidays
God Only
crying about my problems ain't gonna
Get me out this mess
Ride around playing Scarface
I'm a hard case i want to die
But I'm scared of looking in God's
them
Lord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink by
below
Everyone consumed by their egos
Thinking they can save their souls
But, Heaven is not in walking distance
Tell me why God's love gets so much
to dine, this evening ?
Question number ten: ah, can we get in ?
Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ?
God Almighty!
Question number twelve: we
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
facts, my uncle taught me that
My bitch could break your bitch if I let her
All playas go to heaven
Yup yup yup
All playas go to heaven
All playas go
Broken, not defeated.
Know that I am strong!
Now that your deleted
Time to go, ain't gonna fall I'm moving on.
down like rain from the heaven
I break
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
Okwunda on the beat
Yeah
Yeah (W-W-Wonder)
The devils chain 'round my neck has been broken
Soul stolen, but got it back thanks to Heavens Father
Now
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
oh yeah yeah I'm gonna pay you back
My sins are more than seven
But I'm a VIP in heaven
My sins are more than seven
Turn the amps up to eleven
Jesus is
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
I find him
No, I will look for him
Break's over, Meg, back to work
A-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What
But just give me, just give me thirty-seven dollars and you can have that
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullshit
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
released the 12th of February 1982. And welcome once again to "Not a lot of...not a lot of people
know that" Hahah, oh dear, it's getting worse isn't it?
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
Everybody gets a break
No politicians on the take
Food and drink for everyone
For heaven's sake
In my land of make believe
The rain did fall
I felt
cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm
give me thirty seven dollars and you can have that
If I could fly
I would probably never come down
With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground
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