Lyrics:
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we
eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
think it's ok (It's not ok)
Telling themselves lies, Mos Def say
Where you gonna stay, nigga
Where you gonna stay nigga
Oh my God, it's the Green
God rest you merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we
Yeah, Universal, Flipmode
That's that joint! You know that ain't doin it again
Uh, do it! Do it!
I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise
These memories are bitter in mood
I'd cut them out myself if that were possible
Kind you cry yourself blind about
Kind that choke you out, choke
to teach you that the streets is the devil
Everybody's dishonest, different
Which means that we're dying by livin'
Oblivious to the time that we're given
Yeah, Universal, Flipmode
That's that joint! You know that ain't doin it again
Uh, do it! Do it!
I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise
for a king
By the time we got to arizona
Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
Me and my cousin runnin'
Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop
And, oh my god, it's gotten too darn hot
Like my man Cole Porter said
Potpourri make my audio smooth
After sessions of hot eba and primordial soup
Rainy day up in the crib, love in Tokyo moves
I smooch the breast then solidify
and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?
Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power when
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'
smile, sit in the park and just laugh all day
Sometimes I just lose it with the things that you say, waiting by the subway
But we missed the train, well
cholesterol and sexual assault cases
Oh my days!
God hit you in the face with a hot mace
Makin' sure that you eating a brick
And shit one too
Clog yo bathroom
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
of light
"Don't be afraid I bring tidings of joy
For unto you this day
A Saviour is born
Who is Christ the Lord"
Then suddenly an army of angels
(ayy)
No weapon formed, even devilish horns
By the people, I'm sworn
Since the day I was born, motherfuck-
I ain't gotta say it, yeah
Ayy, I just
wicked to be
In any heavenly choir, but by God, you saved me
I didn't kiss you this Christmas
But I sure wanted to
The only gift that I wanted
Was
you
And I wanna know
All about us
All about us
All about us
On the hot summer nights in the city
Cause i can tell that you were born
To beat up
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
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