Lyrics:
is, put your heart, oh what would you do if your dreams came true?
I would build a lovely house with satin green shutters, it would be lovely,
father is deceased
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest
Oh, yes, he is my friend
Said Frankie Lee
your top two
And I ain't number two, conquered rap, then the pop, too
You gon' stop who? Get off cock, dude
This itty bitty piggy giving bitches what
alarm
Listen Jesus do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am
a babe inside
And I wonder what I've done
Holy father you have come
And chosen me now to carry your son
I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am
to me
(What would you do?)
If I told you you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular?
(Tell me would you?)
Well baby, I've been around
what your doing when you're doing
What it looks like your doing
If you would only listen
You might just realize what you're missing
You're missing
what he was
And dedicated to his paper, Jesus
On his b****es (hard as feeds uck)
And if them law boys pull him over he won't freeze up
He got
If Jesus Christ came back today
Like you threaten he will
Which poor group of people
Do you think that he would kill
Who would Jesus choose to starve
name
I saw a guy that looked like you
I did not know quite what to do
It took a power of will to break my stare
I realized what I wanted wasn't
came
They tell it like it is to everybody they meet
'Cause they’re singing in the church what they’re preaching in the street
If you wanna give ‘em
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus
your mouth
I'll stuff it with gold
Oh you poor devil look up if you will
The city of God is there on the hill
Hello stranger
A long goodbye
You
nigga
This is where I do it at
You got a problem with that
Yeah big dog nigga if you ain't a big dog
Stay on the porch nigga dog house or nothing
Dog
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
it hurts, if we could do it tomorrow yeah we sure would
When you're sittin' in your room and you're feelin' like a fool 'cause you got a couple std's
what's your problem
Wha
Biznite what's your problem
Wha
You nothin but a sack chasin' cock tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
there, and the mother of Jesus too, and if they had to be endowed, with power from on high, what about you? What about me? We cannot, get by! But listen;
a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin'
I crossed the driest desert
Just so that I came there to you
If I couldn't find you there
What in the world am I to do?
'Cause I won't lie
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
Oh yeah,
Oh yeah.
Ah do you recall?
Your house was very
so crucial in the belly of the crucible that you would understand that stage like your morning candle.
It's handin' out cancer that's why fame was
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