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Wake up in the morn throw that Ice Cube on
A long draw from my bong got me gone in my zone
Thank the lord I was born and that he built me up strong

Wake up in the morn throw that Ice Cube on
A long draw from my bong got me gone in my zone
Thank the lord I was born and that he built me up strong

a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

Ride the Harley into the sunset

By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With

you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' hands

good shit to say
"Ain't they kill your mom, my dude?" Okay, okay, super touché
That's a very good point
She liked 'em so much her last words were, Lord

And from You there is absolutely nothing to hide
You made the depths of my being and planned
That I should be led gently by Your strong hand

So I surrender

pray the lord, my soul to take

Change when you bless the food bow your head 
Kiss the hand pray the lord my soul to keep 
If I die before I wake I pray the lord

Ayo, ayo she say she

Money on My Brain

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is

that's amazing
This joy's more than ecstasy, yeah
Blessed king, I need You desperately
I'll trade this vex, yeah, my stress for Your precious peace

a verse and I got answer for it
I just go in the booth and pray for forgiveness lord
Extend my hands and ask him what do repentance cost
Listen to Pac's

Never get the memo
I don't need gorilla but I do need Something that's big glow
Take her ass to pound town but First stop by the liquor store
Water on my

by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly

bitch Ridding my shit you should come and take her home now
My flows Slick and sleezy bitch am shooting for the stars now
Listen Boys and girls am

having visions of the world in my hands
Sweat in my palms like Marshall, and mind full of raps
Man I'm tryna fill the shoes of my dad, something to prove

checks when the times right
Try'na be the next Lex Luthor
Find myself a new young Jack
Who could possibly be my next shooter
Find myself a new gun Smith

on the green no PGA
My homies bustin' licks stealing whips no GTA
Seems like you're new to the town
I'ma take the Lord's advice won't be removing the crown
I'ma

been
Taught to take note of as precious
From the Pledge of Allegiance on down
To the correct spelling of success
I don't dream in cursive
Or standardized

take an L it stands for lesson
And I been getting schooled these days
They taught me too well like a tater
Now I'm passing all my tests like everyday is

disgusted
Don't come near me
My Jesus, I need You
Can't get along, can't get along
Without You

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
If I

disgusted
Don't come near me
My Jesus, I need You
Can't get along, can't get along
Without You

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
If I

I lost my right hand
Now I don't know what to write with
The road to the riches is gritty
I took the night shift
Everybody wanna show love now
I

can do is stay right by
To kiss your head, and hold your hand

I love you Grady
Cause your my Grady
I know your mind will start to go
So before your

my time with an interim it's time for the prodigal to come back home 
Take out my brain and put it under the microscope bathing my hands in soap