Search results for 'walk around me jesus by ed crawford' Page #44

Reality Check

4th25

Live from Iraq

2005

to leave

So for me could you please
Shut the fuck up
And let me know when your done on my dick
So I can zip my pants back up

Chorus

Walk a mile

the windows down, so the others know that Hil's coming
This province can hardly hold me, made mountains out of a molehill
Found warmth up out of a cold sea, was

Hmm, this my resurrection
They see me coming, so you know they stressing
This youngin' used to step quick like I speed walk
I had to slow down, had

Ramadan
Walk around em in a box
6 feet deep dead rocks
I done stepped in that Vatican with a bomb and a gun
Imma burn the church killa nun
Taliban big demon

enjoy all of your rain
I've been waiting for a minute now
I used to play around
But this time I'm all in it now
Though I ain't Jesus, all these demons

Baby why you stop the movie, why you pause it
Walk up out the room, like, why you stalling
Hollerin bout ya problems, you the one who cause it
Did Jesus

'cause I can't stop working
See you hating but it ain't on purpose
They ain't love me now they hit me 'cause they hurting, tuh
Lately I can't give a fuck

nigga don't even guess
White shoes, black shirt, baseball cap, triple x
Man, I'm so fly all these bitches wanna do me
But I ain't the type of nigga that's

nigga don't even guess
White shoes, black shirt, baseball cap, triple x
Man, I'm so fly all these bitches wanna do me
But I ain't the type of nigga that's

fortune
This has my mind distorted
You planted cocaine around me for me to snort it
An attempt at new world order
I'm black, I rap, and I play ball
My pants

around
Mommy who is that
Just give me a minute Ava and I'll be right down Jesus fuck
A spilled bottle and chaser with some pills on top of the nightstand

waste no time
Devil can't hear you, that's so fine
Never caught me lacking, never been behind
666 just tatted on my wrist, yeah, flip it all around, it's

Never Grow

Bizzy Bone

The Best of Bizzy Bone, Vol. 2

molest two 
And what's that little lesion on me? 
Jesus, why did I do that? 

(x2) 
You better be careful where you go 
What am I supposed to do? 
You

It doesn't matter who lives around me
Just so my mansion sits near God's throne

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood but against

of you
When i'm by my self but i'm drinking for two
When these hollywood girls ain't as witty as you
I'm like
Funny maybe money'd make me something to you

stacks in your shed
It's people like you who make me hope that god isn't dead
Just so he's around when Robespierre severs your fucking head

Can't breathe,

Jesus!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they do or what they don't say
Yeah, and I'ma stay odd anyway
Through it all,

like Kriss Kross
It took me three years to see how my walk
Did business, third party
Couldn't understand when my plug talk
These niggas kill me with this

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

disgusting music for toddlers that we all still fucking walk around with. That's gross.
	
I grew up in apartments my whole life and every single commercial for

(From him)
Yet not my will but yours be done
(Amen)

Aye
I'm surrounded by friends that are enemies
That befriended me what's the remedy
I'm tryna make

Jesus Christ and they're letting her?
You're making sure not to look but she's asking for you to bag for her

Now you're bagging but you're tracking
Your

Don't even got a car 
But he really got the drive 
Won't lie 
so fly 
There he go flying by 
He was born in 99 
21 high five 
When he walk by 
Niggas love

These niggas never bout shit
Always on that clout Shit
Talkin bout my outfit
Lookin like a clown fish
Don't wana be around it
Like Dorey come and find me