Lyrics:
Crashed out on the interstate
Just to see if I care
And I'm not a saint
Oh but I ain't the devils son
And you've been a good girl
So heaven ain't for me
Did
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
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I BELIEVE IN GOD
I believe in God, the Father almighty,
Creator of heaven and earth
And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord
Who was conceived by
O Saint Sharbel, intercede and pray for us all.
For the Lord will show his kindness and hear your prayers.
O Father of Truth, behold your Son’s
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Proclaimed by your virtue, the good news you heard
Ave, ave, ave Maria
Ave, ave, ave Maria
O mother of mercy, the cross of your Son
Has brought us to new
the voice of a generation
We are the saints and the angels above
We are the sons and daughters of heaven
Born to declare His kingdom will come
We are
the son of my mother
Booked off my freestyles, they judging me by my covers
Judging me through ya phone, you guaranteed to be wrong
Catch me in traffic
entier
Pour bavarder entre eux
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com
Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles il est épris
De notre Ile
entier
Pour bavarder entre eux
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com
Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles il est épris
De notre Ile
turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you
like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son
Maxing and relaxing, haters, do they really want to test me man
I got an arsenal waiting, do they
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
trust in you?
You set us apart O marvelous Father
Redeemed from earth your sons and daughters
You keep us protected in your hands
By the Law of Moses
I pray for my enemies
I pray for my friends
I pray for the one who won't betray me again
I pray for the killers
I pray for the saints
Please
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
kept my sins hidden
For so many years
I pretended to be a saint
Blinded by my pride
I could not see clearly
I stumbled and fell to the ground
I deserve
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies
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